Here at Thy Side!
For all the clatter thou art making O'er broken idols, fallen pride, Thou canst not hear the world's heart breaking, Here at thy side! So dim thine eyes With useless crying O'er bitter hours that once Were sweet, Thou canst not see thu kinsfolk duing Here at thy feet! Up! Dry thy' tears by drying others'; Heal thy own woes by healing worse. Is thy load heavy? Bear thy brother's! 'Twill halve the curse. Ay, never doubt! 'T will double gladness, 'Twill gild with hope thy darkened life; Bring God's own sunshine to thy sadness. His Peace to strife. . . —M.A.C.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23761, 14 September 1940, Page 5 (Supplement)
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104Here at Thy Side! New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23761, 14 September 1940, Page 5 (Supplement)
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