p. 7 | The True Life by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 8, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 44.

The True Life

By Delwin Rees Buckner

By Delwin Rees Buckner

BEHOLD the sufferer, weak, wan, and worn, The bloodless print of Death upon his face; His restless form moves wearily from place To place with pains that hardly can be borne; His ashen cheeks and brow are wrinkle-torn With lines too deep for Time e'er to erase; At dawn he watches for the crape-black lace That drapes the night; at twilight longs for morn, Yet as the body wastes and wears away, The stronghold of decay, not strength; the food For fever now, bound earthward to the sod, We'll hope the inner man doth day by day Upbuild and gain new power and fortitude By clinging to the promises of God.

Esmeraldas, Ecuador.