Glad boyish voices with merriment ring,
Two children with nought, as gayly they sing
Of burdensome care, their hearts as the bird
To mountains oft’ soar in freedom, unstirred
By future, and what it furtively brings
Of pleasures, or grief, or life’s bitter stings.
The shadowed cross e’er failing to see,
Thoughts flitting as bubbles on oft’ changing sea.
From childhood spring youths with fair open brows,
Surrounded by all earth ever allows
Of conquering fame, while life’s deepest charm
They sip from the fount of love’s laden balm.
Of treasures untold to reap they aspire,
At vanity’s fair rich harvests acquire,
Over this vision in mystery toss,
A shadow that lifts, unveiling a cross.
In wonder they gaze at spectre so white,
As softly it beams in silvery light,
‘Mid silence it pleads–they pause all aghast–
‘Tis Jesus who calls, His Cross in their path,
Cross misty with tears, with sacrifice fraught,
While deeply inlaid with sorrows ’tis wrought,
Divided from world by widening stream
It leadeth through pain earth’s conquests a gleam.
Shall I? Shall I not? Self-questioned each youth,
Take up this Cross all laden with truth?
Shall lingering fear of poverty’s vale,
The scoffing of friends if honors should fail,
Bar us accepting a promise of love
By way of the Cross–the gift from above?
Silently each life’s curtain unfurled,
One bends to his Cross, one flees to the world.
Two pictures are drawn on life’s beaten page,
The faces once seen have ripened with age;
The purpose of each, their loved ones a dower,
And conflicts of life are wielding with power.
Surfeited was one with all earthly lusts,
His soul he’ed surrendered to prince of earth’s trusts;
One bearing a Cross, e’er toiling for right,
Walking with Jesus in spirit waxed bright.
There’s pictured again in oft’ changing scene,
A tottering form appears in the dream,
Furrowed his face from indulgence in sins,
Eternity lost, to gold fondly clings.
He’d bartered his soul a few years to live,
And sinking the grave has nothing to give,
Unloved and embittered e’en cross once refused,
Gleamed sadly through mists then slowly withdrew.
Our vision once more life’s curtain unrolled,
And walked beside one with jewels untold,
Unfurrowed his brow though whitened the hair,
Eternally blest when freed earthly care.
The cross he’d accepted oft’ riven in tears,
And humble his walk through life’s fleeting years,
Had given sweet peace as only those know
Who’ve tasted of wealth Christs’ love doth bestow.
(Mary Alice Walton)
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