To the Lonely by V. O. Edson

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 15, 1864

To the Lonely.

By V. O. Edson

LONE pilgrim! why, upon thy brow, That look of sadness there? Have hopes once cherished vanished now, Does earth look dark and drear?

Have cherished friends now proved untrue, Doth sorrow fill thy heart? Does what was lovely to thy view, No longer joy impart?

Lone, sad, and weary, while below Life's thorny path is tread, Do troubles sink thy spirits low, And clouds thy sky o'erspread?

Ah, true, this world is dark and drear, Wherever we may roam; But let this hope thy bosom cheer, This world is not thy home.

No! there's a better land than this, Beyond this world of woe: No sorrow there shall mar thy bliss, No disappointment know.

Then let us lift the mourning head, And bid each tear be dry: Look up and view the prize ahead, The Saviour draweth nigh.

Yes, soon he'll take his children home, To mansions bright and fair; No more 'mid sorrowing scenes to roam, But dwell forever there. V. O. EDSON.

Palermo, Oswego Co., N. Y.