Our Turn Must Come

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, Cal. · May 13, 1875

Our Turn Must Come.

Generation after generation have felt as we now feel, and their lives were as active as our own. They passed like a vapor, while nature wore the same aspect of beauty as when her Creator commanded her to be. The heavens shall be as bright over our graves as they are now around our paths. Earth will have the same attractions for our off-spring unborn that she had for us as children. Yet a little while, and all will have happened. The throbbing heart will be stilled and we shall be at rest. Our funeral will wind its way, and prayers will be said, and then we shall be left alone in silence and in darkness for the worms. And it may be for a short time we shall be spoken of, but the things of life will creep in, and our names will soon be forgotten. Days will continue to move on, and laughter and song will be heard in the room in which we died; and the eye that mourned for us will be dried and glisten again with joy; and even our children will cease to think of us, and will not remember to lisp our names.