A SONG IN THE TEMPEST

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jan 30, 1907

A SONG IN THE TEMPEST.

I DREAMED I was lost on a mountain In a tempest fierce and wild, And I cried in my bitter anguish, “Hath the Father forgot His child, O, why am I left to wander Alone in the pitiless storm, While others bask in the sunshine So beautiful, bright, and warm?”

Then I heard sweet voices singing Afar on the mountain's brow, And the echo of that music Is with me even now, “Tho some must walk in the shadow While others dwell in the light, Yet the Father leadeth His children, And sunrise follows the night.”

I looked toward the mountain's summit, Lo! the first faint gleaming dawn. Still veiled in the mist the hillside, But the blackness of night was gone. The furious storm subsided, The light o'er my pathway shone, And I knew that a loving Father Was guiding me to my home.

But the day seemed long in coming, 'Twas a perilous road and drear. Then oft when my courage faltered Rose the echo sweet and clear, “Tho some must walk in the shadow While others dwell in the light, Yet the Father leadeth His children, And sunrise follows the night.”

And I scorned my dismal fancies And steadily pressed along, Cheering my weary footsteps With the memory of that song. Soon I reached my Father's threshold,— Lo! the radiance o'er me shone; Kind hands stretched forth in welcome, There were light and joy at home.

'Twas a dream. I awoke and the sunrise Illumined both field and glen; Still lingered the low, sweet echo, It floats to me oft as then, “Tho some must walk in the shadow While others dwell in the light, Yet the Father leadeth His children, And sunrise follows the night.” —Selected.