In this lovely scene it is night. 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 quiet stream.
The busy hum of the mill has ceased; its great wheels are motionless; all is still.
There is something solemn in the daress of the silent night.
It is exceedingly solemn to think of the long, dark night into which no ray of hope will ever enter—the night that awaits those who continue to be rejecters of God and of Christ. May none of the dear readers of this paper be found in that night of sorrow. God tells us,
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, lest that awful night of darkness overtake you!
ML 04/13/1941