GRAINS OF GOLD

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVI, Issue 25, 25 June 1908, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD

HOW BEAUTIFUL TO BE WITH GOD. How beautiful to be with God

When earth is fading like a dream, And from this mist-encircled shore

We launch upon the unknown stream ! No doubt, no fear, no anxious care, But, comforted by staff and rod, In the faith-brightened hour of death How beautiful to be with God ! -

Beyond the partings and the pains, Beyond the sighing and. the tears, Oh ! beautiful to be with God Through all the endless, blessed years ; To see His face, to hear His voice, To know Him better day by day, And love Him as the flowers love light, And serve Him as immortals may.

Experience is a fruit plucked only- when rotten.— A. Dumas. The timid are flowers who hide their calices.— Ph. Gerfaut. '. „" Only ' those -who think of nothing have neod of detraction.—Papillon. - . . • -= One- has already done good when one has wished to do it.— C. d'Harleville. One' secret act of self-denial, one sacrifice of inclination to duty,, is worth all the mere good thoughts, warm feelings, passionate prayers, in which idle people indulge themselves.— Cardinal. Newman. There is something in diverting ourselves from ourselves when we are in grief, which has a peculiar effect of enlarging the heart "and swelling the dimensions of the whole character, and something also so - particularly pleasing to God that when it is done from a supernatural motive and in imitation of Our Lord He seems to recompense it instantly by the most magnificent graces.— Father Faber..