God’s unseen work produces a perfect pattern only revealed when life is complete.
“Tapestry Weavers,” the poem by Dr. A. G. Chester, on page 535, has been translated into Japanese and published in the leading magazine of the country, which circulates over 50,000 copies, and the lines have also been printed in its English form upon large cards, which are distributed throughout the schools of Japan.
A returned missionary from China, who was recently introduced to Doctor Chester, remarked: “I am delighted to make the acquaintance of the author of ‘The Tapestry Weavers,’ a poem I have loved and admired and used by way of illustration for many years.”
In connection with a fair lately held at the Waldorf-Astoria, New York City, for the benefit of the Home for Crippled Children, a number of copies of the poem, printed upon tinted paper and bearing the author’s autograph, sold readily and realized a handsome sum.
I
Let us take to our hearts a lesson--no lesson can braver be--
From the ways of the tapestry weavers on the other side of the sea.
Above their heads the pattern hangs, they study it with care,
The while their fingers deftly move, their eyes are fastened there.
They tell this curious thing besides of the patient, plodding
weaver;
He works on the wrong side evermore, but works for the right side
ever.
It is only when the weaving stops, and the web is loosed and
turned,
That he sees his real handiwork, that his marvelous skill is
learned.
Ah, the sight of its delicate beauty, how it pays him for all his
cost!
No rarer, daintier work than his was ever done by the frost.
Then the master bringeth him golden hire, and giveth him praise as
well,
And how happy the heart of the weaver is, no tongue but his own can
tell.
II
The years of man are the looms of God, let down from the place of
the sun,
Wherein we are weaving ever, till the mystic web is done.
Weaving blindly, but weaving surely, each for himself his fate--
We may not see how the right side looks, we can only weave and
wait.
But, looking above for the pattern, no weaver hath need to fear,
Only let him look clear into heaven--the Perfect Pattern is there.
If he keeps the face of the Savior forever and always in sight
His toil shall be sweeter than honey, his weaving is sure to be
right.
And when the work is ended, and the web is turned and shown,
He shall hear the voice of the Master; it shall say unto him, “Well
done!”
And the white-winged angel of heaven, to bear him thence shall come
down;
And God shall give him gold for his hire--not coin but a glowing
crown.
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