I was looking for a poem to use in SS tomorrow and found this one by M. H. (That's all that was given.)

Signs of the Times

The rustling leaves were falling
around me where I sat;
The sunny days were passing
And waining; what of that?
The summer, with its sunshine
And fragrant flowers, is dead;
And the autumn, in her kindness,
Had strewn the grave with red.

It needs no seer to tell us
When summer passes by;
It needs no prophecy to say
That winter 's drawing nigh.
We know the signs of summer,
Of autumn, winter, spring;
But do we know the signs that tell
The coming of the King?

The signs are written plainly,
If you will only look
Into the blessed pages
Of the grand old-fashioned Book.
The day of his appearing
Is surely drawing nigh,—
The signs are all around us,
In earth and sea and sky,—

His day of preparation,
His day of clouds and gloom,
His day of awful darkness,
His day of awful doom;
The day of dread perdition
Of all ungodly men,
Who'll seek a shelter in the caves,
Or any refuge then.

His bride is getting ready,
She dons her robes of grace;
She waits to see the glory
And the smiling of his face.
Behold! he quickly cometh!
The Bridegroom draweth nigh!
The signs are all around us,
In earth and sea and sky

Are vou ready for the supper,
For the marriage of the Lamb?
Or is it all to you a farce,
A theory, and a sham?
You say: I've heard that story
So many times before,"
And so you do not realize
The Bridegroom's at the door.

Oh. quickly come, Lord Jesus!
We wait from day to day.
Behold! he quickly cometh,
I hear the Spirit say.
We have not long to tarry;
In earth and sea and sky
Th signs are surely telling
His kingdom draweth nigh.