Ladies

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 6, 6 May 1893, Page 3

Ladies

THE GOLDEN SIDE. There is many a rest on the road of life, If we would only stop and take it; And many a chime from the Better Land,' If the querulous heart would wake it, To the sunny soul that is full of hope, And whose beautiful trust never faileth, The grass is green, and the flowers are bright, Tho’ the wintry storm prevaileth. Better to hope, though the clouds hang low, And fill the eyes still lifted, For the deep blue sky will soon peep through, When the ominous clouds are rifted. There ne’er was a night without a day ; Nor an evening without a morning, find the darkest hour, 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 crowd, Or the miser’s hoarded treasure: It may be the love of a little child, Or a mother’s prayer to Heaven, Or only a beggar’s grateful thanks For a cup of water given. Better to weave in the web of life -A bright and golden filling, And to do God’s will with a ready heart, And hands that are swift and willing, Than to snap the delicate silver threads Of our curious lives asunder; And then, blame Heaven for the tangled end, And to sit and grieve and wonder. —Selected.