Grains of Gold
BEYOND. Earth holds no treasure in her breast, No love within her heart, But cold and stern at every turn. Takes toil in full her part; Toil, woe and death are her bequest, No crown she has to give, And man’s brief day is sped away Where broken idols live. No lasting joy may we behold, The dusk falls quick and sure, Where love we planned hate’s chains arc spanned, A cross we must endure; The desert’s waste bold and unchaste, Rides out the meadows green, Where whirlwinds clash we shivering pass And bend as tempest gleam. Earth holds no treasure to repay ; For what she claims as due, Her’s is a tomb, a mortal doom. All must at length pass through. Then, only then, the souls of men A wisdom come to know, And cast above for Light and Love ' Where stars and angels grow. John G. Winter.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume L, Issue 26, 5 July 1923, Page 3
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152Grains of Gold New Zealand Tablet, Volume L, Issue 26, 5 July 1923, Page 3
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