The Harp of Life by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 7, 1914

The Harp of Life

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

Perhaps if life were one glad, blitheful day, The sun ne'er clouded with a veil of sorrow, Our centered self would while its hours away Without a thought or care of the tomorrow.

So God in love permits the storms to rise, And, brooding o'er the chaos of our grieving, He forms a world of beauty to surprise The hearts that fain earth trials would be leaving.

Then from the harp of life the chords resound Of sympathy and love for fellow being; The minor tones of heart compassion found Exceed the gleeful notes of pleasure-seeing.

And heaven lends a Pilot and a Star To guide us in our dismal-day endeavor, Cheered by the vision of the land afar Where sorrow nevermore our joys can sever.

Portland, Oregon.