THE GOLDEN SIDE.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IV, Issue 33, 10 February 1869, Page 2

THE GOLDEN SIDE.

There is many a rest on the road of life, If we would only stop and take it ; * And many a tone from the better land, If the querulous heart would make it. To the sunny -soul that is full of hope, And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth, The grass is green and the flowers are bright Though the wintry storm prevaileth. Better to hope though clouds hang low, And to keep the eyes still lifted ; For the sweet blue sky will soon p .ep through When the ominous clouds are rifted ! There was never a night without a day, Or an evening without a morning ; And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning. There is many a gem in the path of life, Which we pass in our idle pleasure, That is richer far than the jewelled crown, Or the miser's hoarded treasure ; • It may be the love of a little child, Or a mother's prayers to Heaven, Or only a beggar's grateful thanks For a cup of water giveu. Better to weave in the web of life A bright and golden tilling, And do God's will with a ready heart, And hands that arc swift and willing. Thau to snap the delicate minute threads Of our curious life asunder, And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends, And sit and grieve and wonder.