THE LIFE-TASK
Like a blind spinner in the son, I tread my days; I know that all the thread* will ran Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And, being blind, r.o more I ask. I do not know the use or name
Of that I spin; I only know that someone came And laid within My hand the thread, and said "Since yon Are blind, but one thing you can do," I know not why, but I am sure That tint and place, In some great fabric to endure Past time and race, My threads will have; so, from the first, Though blind, I never felt accurst. . I listen, listen, day by day, To hear their tread Who bear the finished web away, And cut the thread, And bring God's message in the sun, " Thou poor, blind spinner, work is done." Helen Huht.
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Evening Star, Issue 7403, 24 December 1887, Page 3 (Supplement)
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147THE LIFE-TASK Evening Star, Issue 7403, 24 December 1887, Page 3 (Supplement)
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