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The Precious Things Put Forth By The Moon

Deuteronomy 33:14

Oft when the evening shades arise,
And darkness overclouds the skies,
The silvery moon is seen
To rise, and with a borrowed light
Soon to disperse the shades of night,
And brighten all the scene.

So midst the thousand shades of woe,
Which mortals suffer here below,
Believers yield a light;
Reflecting, as the silvery moon,
A light they do not call their own,
Which soothes afflictions’ night.

Were not this world a darksome scene,
Did no dark shadows intervene,
The moon would rise in vain,
And so the soul’s reflected light,
Shines best in sorrow’s darkest night
Of suffering and pain.

O I have seen the child of God,
Who, bowed beneath afflictions’ load:
My sympathy still shares;
Whose faith and patience oft have proved
A help to those of God beloved
As have her fervent prayers.

And I have seen, nor hope in vain,
Perhaps once more to see again,
The prayerful man of God;
Who read was at every call,
To wait, as servant, upon all,
And tread as Jesus trod;

Who sympathized with others’ pain,
And when they sighed could sigh again,
So brilliant shone his light;
No moonbeam struggling in the dark,
Or living glow-worms’ sprightly spark,
Shone with such lustre bright!

Author: Unknown

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 23; December 1, 1859

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