The Fog in the Valley by Edward J. Urquhart

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · Sep 19, 1912

The Fog in the Valley

By Edward J. Urquhart

EDWARD J. URQUHART

I STOOD on a Western mountain One day in early spring, And saw in the distant valley A truly wondrous thing.

A fog from the broad Pacific, Leaving its home behind, Was rolling up through the valley, Driven before the wind.

I looked again at the valley, Or where it used to be, And there, spread before my vision, It seemed an inland sea.

And standing there on the mountain, Bathed in the sun-rays bright, I knew that they in the valley Were groping without light.

And so when we keep to the highlands, As taught by the Word of God, And know by blessed experience The path the Saviour trod,

We may see the fog in the valley Where once our feet have trod, While 'round us like sunshine falleth The light — the truth of God.

That path is above earth's shadows And fogs by tempests driven; And lit by the precious Scriptures, It leads to God and heaven.

Camino, Cal.