GRAINS OF GOLD A MAY RHYME.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVI, Issue 17, 30 April 1908, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD

A MAY RHYME.

Mary, my Mother, I have little skill To link sweet words to tell my love. for. Thee ; And yet my foolish tongue will not be still, Straining to speak my thought once perfectly. O Mother, Mother, look into my heart, Read with thine eyes how very dear thou art, Then tell thyself in thine, own heavenly speech -> What my weak phrase must ever fail to reach. — • Irish Monthly.'

Gold is good to use, but not to worship. The religion of Christ never causes anyone to wear a long face. The roadway of life needs more attention than the door of death. No one can have enjoyment to-day if he is worrying about to-morrow. Procrastination is the thief of time, and the plunder can never be recovered. Some people are never more happy than when given a chance to tell theSr troubles. JVJany men consent to be shut out of Heaven that they may stand in with the world. There are no sufferings which sympathy may not make lighter. Happiness 1 depends not on the things the heart has, but on the heart that has the things. The world's eyes see no further than this life. The ' Christian looks down Into the depths of eternity. We should be perfect in all we do, not merely for the present, but to help in the formation of a good character. We should not. be like tine soapstome that crumbles as it is rubbed, but like gold, that shines brighter and brighter the more it is used. The noble Greek conception, of life as a well-bal-ancedi activity and fruition of bodily and- mental powers, a concept which was elevated to the spiritual plane by Christianity, has been forgotten In our headlong pursuit of a phantom, a w5ll-o'-the-wisp. The man who "buries himself in money-maMng is a - slaw and worse than a slave ; for the slave is in bondage against his 1 will, while the money-maniac voluntarily places himself within barriers that shuthira away from the society and service of his fellow-men. Is not making, others happy the best happiness ? To illuminate for an instant the depths of a deep soul, to cheer those who bear by sympathy the bur-dens of so many sorrow-laden hearts and suffering lives, is to me a blessing and a precious knowledge. 'mere is»a sorter" religious joy in helping to 1 renew the strength and courage of noble minds. —Henri F. Amiel.