LOST AND FOUND by Golden Hours

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Oct 30, 1879

LOST AND FOUND.

By Golden Hours

I LOST the brook as it wound its way Like a thread of silver hue, Through greenwood and valley, thro' meadows gay, 'Twas hidden away from view; But I found it again a noble river, Sparkling and broad and free; Wider and fairer growing ever, Till it reached the boundless sea.

I lost the tiny seed that I sowed With many a sigh and tear, And vainly waited through sunshine and cold For the young green to appear; But surely after many long days The blossom and fruit will come, And the reapers on high the sheaves will raise For a joyful harvest home.

I lost the life that grew by my own For one short summer day; And then it left me to wander alone, And silently passed away; But I know I shall find it further on, Though not as it left me here; For the shadows and mists will have passed and gone; I shall see it fair and clear.

I lost the notes of the heavenly chime That once came floating by; I have listened and waited many a time For the echo, though distantly; But I know in the halls of glory it thrills, Ever by day and night; I shall hear it complete when its harmony fills My soul with great delight.

I lost the love that made my life, A love that was all for me; Oh! vainly I sought it amid the strife Of the stormy, raging sea; But deeper and purer I know it waits Beyond my wistful eyes; I shall find it again within the gates Of the garden of paradise.

I shall lose this life! it will disappear, With its wonderful mystery; Some day it will move no longer here, But will vanish silently; But I know I shall find it again once more, In a beauty no song hath told; It will meet with me at the golden door, And round me forever fold.

—Golden Hours.