Prophesy Smooth Things by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 4, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 39.

Prophesy Smooth Things

By Delwin Rees Buckner

THE flying waves, like raven wings, now sweep Across the flooded timbers of the deck; The boat — in such an ocean but a speck — Is sinking to the bottom of the deep. Men rush — they know not where, while women weep; The rock-rent ship is even now a wreck; The children clasp their mothers 'round the neck; All fear but one, and he is fast asleep. "What meanest thou, O sleeper? Quick, arise!" The perishing, fear-stricken sailors cry. "Arise and call upon thy God!" He shakes His head, sees nothing only starlit skies. "Alarm me not!" he whispers, "prophesy Smooth things," then falls asleep, — but never wakes.

Esmeraldas, Ecuador.