DAWN

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 1 December 1945, Page 8

DAWN

Have you seen the treetops tremble When the air grows cool With the wind of the dawn, And listened to the blackbird’s drowsy whistle Heralding the mom? And seen the northern glow Golden, on distant peaks of srww, And watched the trembling ripples In the little pool below Beside which jonquils grow? There where the jonquils nod Your soul has found its peace In the presence of its God. Anna (Nelson). THOUGHTS FOR THE QAY The most profitable work is that which combines into one continued effort the largest proportion of the powers an 1 desires of a man’s nature, that into which he will plunge with ardour, and from which he will desist with reluctance; in which he will know the weariness of fatigue, but not that of satiety; and which will be ever fresh, pleasing, and stimulating to his taste. Such work holds a man together, braced at all points, it does not suffer him to doze or wander; it keeps him actively conscious of himself, yet raised among superior interests; it gives him the profit of industry with the pleasures of a pastime. —Robert Louis Stevenson.