The Home Circle by Waif Woodland

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Dec 18, 1879

The Home Circle.

By Waif Woodland

THE MARCH OF LIFE.

I AM resting for a moment "In the broad bivouac of life," For my heart is getting weary With the clamor and the strife; Looking backward through the tangled Mazes that my feet have come, Looking forward for the glimmer Of the golden lights at home;

Through a green and pleasant valley, Up a steep and rugged hill; Through a hot and arid desert, By a sweet and silver rill; Scrambling over thorny hedges Stretching over flowery plains, With a touch of blinding sunlight And a dash of cooling rains;

Through the sloughs of deep despondence, Through the swelling tide of grief, With a little whispered comfort, And a little kind relief; In a calm and in a tempest, Now a joy and now a care, And a little tearful tugging At the golden oar of prayer;

With a getting, and a giving, And a taste of transient bliss, And the soul's incessant yearning For a something more than this; So we pilgrims thread the journey With a weak and wise intent, While God's angels keep the record Of each day's accomplishment. — Waif Woodland.