What of That.
Tired Well, and what of that t Didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease, luttering the rose leaves scattered by the breeze ? Come, rouse thee I Work while It Is called to-day. Coward, arise, go forth thy way I Lonely ! And wliat of that ? Some must be lonely ; ’tis not given to all To feel a heart responsive rise and fall— To blend another life into its own. Work may bo done in loneliness ; work on 1 Dark ’ Well, and what of that ? Didst fondly dream the sun would never set 1 Dost fear to lose tby way ? Take courage yet, Learn thou to walk by faith, and not by sight. Thy steps will guided be, and guided right. Hard ! Well, and what of that ? Didst fancy life one summer holiday, With lessons none to learn; and naught but play ? Go, get thee to tby task. Conquer or die ! It must be learned ; learn it, then, patiently. No help ! Nay, ’tis not so ; Though human help be far, thy God is nigh, Who feeds the raven hears His children’s cry. He’s near thee wheresoe’er thy footsteps roam. And he will guide thee, light theo, help thee home, —Every Other Saturday.
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 878, 28 December 1888, Page 4
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205What of That. New Zealand Mail, Issue 878, 28 December 1888, Page 4
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