GRAINS OF GOLD

New Zealand Tablet, 24 September 1908, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD

IT IS ALL LOVE AND MERCY. I bring no roses to Thy Shrine, Sweet Jesus, Saviour mine, With empty hands I dare appear Before Thy Face, nor fear, For lo ! my sorrow dUfa my tear 9 Will make amends for wasted years. I have, alas ! no golden store, (For I am very poor), To cast in homage at Thy Feet, 0 Thou my Sovereign sweet ! Yet me Thou welcom'st, Sacred Heart, Nor wilt Thou bid me hence depart. Scant is the incense-breath of pray'r That to Thy Shrine I bear, The voice of gratitude and praise I've oft begrudged to raise, Yet bearest and forbearest Thou, Nor gifts accustomed lack I now. My life, O Lord, is all unmeet To offer at Thy Feet, Yet since THy Heart doth pity. all, The weak, the poor, the small, 1 give to Thee whate'er remains Of mme — my days, my love, my pains. I give Thee, Sacred Heart, my life, Its endless ' weary strife — I give Thee, open'd Heart, -my. death, > My last, my parting breath ; And tho' I bring at last no wine, " " My cup of water, Lord, is Thine ! — Irish Messenger. - It so often happens that others are measuring usby-qur' : past self, while we are looking back on that self with a mixture - of disgust and sorrow. Your prosperity in life largely depends upon the goodwill and confidence and sympathy of those with whom you deal. Truth, honesty, fidelity, and purity win confidence. And this is capital for a young man.