p. 175 | Trust by C. M. Willis

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 31, 1865

Trust.

By C. M. Willis

THROUGH the woods a man and son, Wound their way through night shades lonely, Nothing on their pathway shone, Save one glimmering lantern only; "Father, let us, pray, turn back," Said the little son affrighted, "All around is midnight black, Just one step ahead is lighted.

"Cheerful sunshine all is gone, Phantoms grim the woods are lining." "Well, my son, we'll move along, Just as far as light is shining." Step by step they journeyed on, Still the light with darkness blended, They at length arrived at home, And their dreary walk was ended.

Traveler, see you naught in this, Nothing to dispel your sorrow; When you cloud your present bliss With the trials of to-morrow? If you cannot see the end Shall you backward start affrighted? Rather trust your faithful friend, He will guide your feet benighted.

Look not fearful at the dark, Feeding all your gloomy fancies, Though 'tis but a glimmering spark, As you move, the light advances. If you wander in the night, Be each little flicker heeded, Trust your Father for the light, He will give it as 'tis needed.

For in that celestial home, Glows the light o'er fields elysian, But we see through sin's dark gloom, Sins that dim the glorious vision; But when faith is lost in sight, When o'er death and hell victorious, Banished care, and pain, and night, Then we'll bask in light most glorious.

C. M. WILLIS.

Charlotte, Mich.