HERE we have another lovely scene before us. It is night, and the moon is rising through the heavens in and out among the fleecy clouds, while its soft light bathes everything below, and sparkles and dances over the water of the quiet and smooth-flowing stream.
The busy hum of the mill has ceased; its great wheels are motionless; the skiff is drawn up on the bank, and the oars placed inside; the great trees are casting their deep shade; all is still—no sign of life except an old man moving slowly along.
There is something very solemn in the darkness of the night when all is hushed to silence. And it is exceedingly solemn to think of the long, dark night into which no ray or hope will ever enter—the night that awaits those who continue to be rejectors of God and of Christ. May none of the dear readers of this paper be found in that night of sorrow.
God tells us, “The night cometh, when no man can work.” May you who know the Lord, be found serving Him—working while it is day! May you who do not know Jesus as your Saviour, come now to Him, list that awful night of darkness overtake you!
ML 10/29/1916