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A baby played beside a covered well,

And peeping thro’ he saw the waters clear;

He clapped his hands, enchanted by the spell,

And knew not that the Reaper hovered near.

The sunlight flooded all the summer sky,

A little bird sang sweetly from her nest;

While troubled waters hushed his piteous cry

The baby soul had found it’s perfect rest.

A woman stood among the flowers fair

And ’neath her bridal veil she blushed unseen;

She said: “I will,” and breathed a silent prayer

And knew not that a shadow fell between.

An angel led her from the sacred place

And whispered of another’s priceless love;

While smiles yet lingered on her happy face

The bride’s pure soul had found it’s joy above.

A manly figure near an altar stood

To consecrate his life to God on high;

He thought the future promised every good

And knew not that his summons sounded nigh.

The Sabbath sunshine bathed his cheek and brow,

And Hope deferred, now triumphed from his eyes;

While thrilled his soul with an unspoken vow

’Twas called to nobler work in Paradise.

When skies are brightest threatening clouds appear,

Thro’ deepening shades the welcome sunlight steals;

When hearts are happiest sorrows hover near

’Tis well for us that God the future shields.