Forgotten Blessings

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Michigan · Aug 26, 1862

Forgotten Blessings.

Where are the stars—the stars that shone All through the summer night? Where are they and their pale queen gone, As if they feared to be looked upon By the gaze of the bold daylight?

Gone they are not! In the fair blue skies Their silent ranks they keep; Unseen by our sun-dazzled eyes, They wait till the breath of the night-wind sighs, Then come and watch our sleep.

Though oft it is—the lights that cheer The night of our distress, When brighter, gladder hours appear, Forgotten with our grief and fear, Wake not our thankfulness.

Yet still, unmindful though we be, Those lamps of love remain; And when life's shadows close, and we Look up, some ray of hope to see, Shall glad our hearts again.