GRAINS OF GOLD.

New Zealand Tablet, 27 September 1906, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD.

THE POET'S PRAYER. I -do not ask for spreading lands to hold, For glory or for gold. (Yet if my brother ask for gold or fame His prayer I da not blame.) But I make supplication every morn For what the world may scorn : I ask of God the grace to do my best, And, after that, to rest. " ! If you feel happy to the point of saying so, listen ! unhappiness is at your door. The secret of progress lies in knowing how to make use, not of what we have chosen, but of what is forced upon us. Shall I hold on with both hands to every paltry possession ? A>ll I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have root seen. There are two easy roads to Heaven which shorten the distance immeasurably ; for the poor it is patience, for the rich it is charity. Each man is the maker of himself, the power he uses being -God's ; and each present moment bears within itself the future's form and substance. If we wish to make the State the representative and exponent and symbol of decSency, it must be made through the decency, public and private, of the average citizen. The foest path through life is the high road, which) initiates us at the right moment into all experience. What is normal is at once most convenient, most honest, and most wholesome. Cross roads may tempt , us for one reason or another, bait it is very seldom we don't come ' to regret having taken them.