Original Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5079, 25 April 1885, Page 1

Original Poetry.

THE BUILDING OF THE HOUSE.

It looked liko a flaw hi the building, So knotty, go rough was its face, The old weather-board that the master Had just fitted into its place; Yet no other fitted, he said, but this one— This, nailed in its place, the work was dorie. I looked on the work of the master, In each of "its details complete, . And I could not question the wisdom That had planned all so perfect and noat: Then I thonght of life,' of its work and care, Of the Homo beyond, and Tits mansions fair. So often I'd questioned my spirit, And atriven to understand, The why and the whoreforo of sorrow That came from my Father's hand. Or why should the flaw of sin and care Sadden this world Ho had made so fair ? But to-night the veil seemed lifted, " ' And I saw a building fair, That angel hands were raising In that bright home " over there" \ Where out of oach life's sorvice a monument they raise, . , Without a fragment missing, complete unto his praise. As I watched the busy builder, Shaping every word and thought — - Every gentle deed of kindness, Till the whole in love was wrought: I know our Father's wisdom ruled each cir* cumstance aright, Leading His trusting children to their homo of love and light. ■ Jekky Wrex.