WHEN THE WORK IS DONE

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Sep 26, 1906

WHEN THE WORK IS DONE.

LET us take to ourselves a lesson, No lesson can braver be, Of the weaves of the tapestry weavers On the other side of the sea.

Above their head the pattern hangs; They study it with care; The while their fingers deftly weave Their eyes are fastened there.

They tell this curious thing besides, Of the patient, plodding weaver— He works on the wrong side evermore, But works for the right side ever.

It is only when his work is done And the web is loosed and turned, That he sees the real handiwork His marvelous skill has learned.

Ah! the sight of its delicate beauty! How it pays him for all its cost! No rarer, daintier work than his Was ever done by the frost.

The years of man are nature's looms, Let down from the place of the sun, Wherein we are weaving always Till the mystic web is done.

Sometimes blindly, but weaving surely, Each for himself his fate; We may not see how the right side looks, We must often weave—and wait. —Anon.