The Tapestry Weavers

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jun 17, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 25.

The Tapestry Weavers.

LET us learn a useful lesson, No braver lesson can be, From the ways of the tapestry weavers On the other side of the sea, Above their heads the pattern hangs, They study it with care; And as to and fro the shuttle leaps 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 the weaving stops, And the web is loosed and turned, That he sees his real handiwork, That his marvelous skill is learned.

Ah, the sight of its delicate beauty; It pays him for all the cost; No rarer, daintier work than his Was ever done by the frost. Then the master bringeth him golden hire And giveth him praise as well; And how happy the heart of the weaver is No tongue but his own can tell.

The years of man are the looms of God, Let down from the place of the sun, Wherein we all are weaving, Till the mystic web is done; Weaving blindly, but weaving surely, Each for himself his fate, We may not see how the right side looks, We can only weave and wait.

But looking above for the pattern, No weaver hath need to fear, Only let him look clear into heaven, The Perfect Pattern is there. If he keep the face of the Saviour Forever and always in sight, His toil shall be sweeter than honey, And his weaving sure to be right.

And when his task is ended, And the web is turned and shown, He shall hear the voice of the Master, It shall say to him, “Well done!” And the white-winged angels from heaven To bear him thence shall come down, And God shall give him for hire, Not a golden coin, but a crown. —Anon.