LOWLY OR GREAT by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Oct 17, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 40.

LOWLY OR GREAT.

By Max Hill

THE tempest in its power Harms not the lowly flower Which in some humble nook and low, Blooms sweet and fair; However wild the gale, Safe in its lowly vale, It gives to all the winds that blow A fragrance rare.

But ah! we look again, Above that lowly glen, Where blows the chilling winter blast 'Mong peak and rock; There in his glory see Where for a century The stately oak, proud, rooted fast, Withstood the shock.

Tho tall and straight and strong, Its branches huge and long Can not forever breast the strength Of beetling storm; With straining wrench and groan, The monarch, falling prone, Lies on the height, his massive length A shapeless form.

O man, the lesson learn; No lowly station spurn, Nor gaze with longing eye where stand The proud, the great; His honor and success To thee would be distress, Thou couldst not breast the blast. God's hand Shaped thine estate. MAX HILL.