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DEE Journal 



CHICAGO, ILL,, JUNE 27, 1901, 



Dr. C. C. Miller »* 



AM) so to-day I'm seven times ten. 

 And hence 'tis said I live on " borrowed time." 

 Well, what do I have that was not lent 

 By Him who made me what I am; 

 My life, and all that goes to make it up — 

 From deepest joy to sorrow's cup — 

 These all are borrowed from His gracious store. 

 But some day He will give me better things — 

 Yes, the best He has, and they shall all be mine 

 Throughout unending ages. 

 You say I'm on the " shady " sidS (M life. 

 Not so, my friends; the shadows are behind, 

 Along with all earth's troubles. 

 I see ahead the Sun of Righteousness, 

 Whose beams already light my path, 

 And render it more pleasant to mj' tread 

 Than aught that this world has to give. 

 But even if the shadows do at times 

 Fall o'er my pathway, dark and deep, 

 I'll pause a moment, wipe my brow, 

 And then press on, not to the light, 

 But in it and toward it. 

 The best of life is still ahead. 

 And, I am sure, it always will be so; 

 For morrow's sun has something for the child of God 

 Far better than the things to-day has brought ; 

 So don't condole with me on ripening age. 

 For that is but another name for labor done. 

 And an advance toward that gladsome day 

 When we shall gather up our jewels. 

 And wc. in turn, as jewels, .shall be gathered u]i. 

 W. r. KooT. 



