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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
Our Red-Letter Days.
My Alpine staff recalls each shining height,Each pass of grandeur with rejoicing gained,
Carved with a lengthening record, self-explained,
Of mountain-memories sublime and bright.
No valley-life but hath some mountain days,
Bright summits in the retrospective view,
And toil-won passes to glad prospects new,
Fair sunlit memories of joy and praise.
Grave on thy heart each past ‘red-letter day!’
Forget not all the sunshine of the way
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And joys unasked; strange blessings, lifted cares,
Grand promise-echoes! Thus thy life shall be
One record of His love and faithfulness to thee.
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |