Two maidens sat m the joy of their youth, And talked together of beauty and truth, And of how they would seek the highest of all, And never through life from their standard fall. One dreamed of a life that was grand and fair, Of all she would for her ideal dare ; No taint of ,the world o'er it should breath.?, And fancy's flowers she would round it wreathe. But the fresh sweet hours of youth's summer day Weni past as m loftiest thought she lay ; And she woke at the midday's heat and strife To find she had missed the thread of her life. In dread and despair down to earth she bowed, And there lying low was her standard proud, And where she had fancied a motto high The letters of ' self' met her startled eye. And long hours of darkness and bitter woe She passed through; not knowing which way to go ; But an angel's hand showed a guiding light And the pabh of duty led out of the night. The other wenb forth with a spirib clear, Inbenb on her mission to soothe and cheer, But work drove her ideal far away, She had left no leisure bo bhink or pray. Her words grew doll, and no more j could she give The comfort that helped weary souls to live; She wept m despair o'er her wasting life, For all bobh within and without was strife. The other maiden, with pitying eyes, Bent over her friend and bade her arise, And pointed bo where on her bosom lay A tiny cross she had taken one day. 'This little emblem, my sister,' said she, Has taught the highest of lessons to me ; Under its shadow, for ever laid low, The worship of self finds no room to grow. Can you find a standard more high and wide Than that of the King who upon it died ? And was ever life-work so perfect made As his holy work 'neath bhat cross's shade
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TWO MAIDENS., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2487, 9 August 1890
TWO MAIDENS. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2487, 9 August 1890
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