THE KEY.
All that I craved belonged to me, God held the gifts and l the key ; lie held them waiting my command, And yet I would not understand, in netulance and discontent Full many a wasted year was spent. 1 cried, “How cruel is the fate That bids me work and weep and wait, For things that make life worth the living, Nor rob the giver in the giving. A little joy, a little wealth, Result from toil, abundant health ; A chance to do, a chance to be” — And then 1 looked and found the key. Right in my heart I carried it, Divinely fashioned, fornud to fit The lock of God’s great reservoir Which held the things I hungered for. The key was Love —pure gold acrust With glittering gems of faith and trust. It fits all doors, it turns all locks ; It leads the way through walls and rocks; It lifts all bolts, unbars the gate, And shows us where life’s treasures wait. Oh, are there heights thy feet would press ? Seek LOVE, the key to all success. —Selected.
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White Ribbon, Volume 20, Issue 237, 18 March 1915, Page 15
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182THE KEY. White Ribbon, Volume 20, Issue 237, 18 March 1915, Page 15
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