TRUE MERIT.
If fortune, as she blindly turns her wheel. Condemns you oftener to woe than weal. And recklessly bestows her Rifts abroad. With flaunting flourish of her fairy rod. On those who are to luxury innured, AVithin the realm of opulence immured; If she. inconstant dan c, thrusts you aside. Take to yourself, my Mend, another guide. Don’t view the wsvld with a sardonic air. There’s always sunshine glittering somebehind the darkest cloud Misfortunes are made bearable by lore. Strive to do well and crush all discontent; The brightest glory is a life well spent. Throw from your forehead melancholy s And from capricious fortune nothing ask. Take conscience for yonr guide through life’s career. Then shall your eye know not remorseiul Clothe every aot in Heaven’s robe of white, , ~, . Then criticism yon bold.y may invite; And at the last, when at yonr God s commaud. Tranquil and nerveless lies yonr toilworn hand, r a ]l Dot the crown of Merit far outshine The fading wreath that fortune’s fingers twine. ■—Margaret Meikio ("Glasgow Weekly Herald").)
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New Zealand Times, Volume LXXVI, Issue 5199, 13 February 1904, Page 12
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176TRUE MERIT. New Zealand Times, Volume LXXVI, Issue 5199, 13 February 1904, Page 12
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