IN my mem'ry there's a picture,
In a frame of gold 'tis placed,
And the years that fast are fleeting
Not one line have yet effaced ;
'Tis the likeness of "that Servant,"
And fond memories arise
Of his wise and faithful service
And the lovelight in his eyes !

I have seen the smoke-wrapped sunset
Sink into a sea of blood,
And mirages in the desert
'Neath the sun's resplendent flood ;
From the mast watched livid lightning
Leap across the tropic skies,
But their gleam had not the splendor
Of the lovelight in his eyes !

Not the canopy of starlight,
With the moon appearing new,
Nor the twilight dim and distant,
Fading to the deeper blue,
Nor the summer's silver moonlight,
With its halo in the skies,
E'er could light the way of Heaven
Like the lovelight in his eyes !

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WE may not see the pattern
That's woven by God's hand ;
But when the work is finished -
Ah, then we'll understand.