The Home Circle.
A SONG FOR TO-DAY.
-Groweth the morning from grey to gold ; Up, my heart, and greet the sun I Yesterday’s cares are a tale that is told. Yesterday’s tasks are a work that is done ; Yesterday’s failures are all forgot, Buried beneath the billows of deep; Yesterday’s burdens are as they were not — Lay them low in the soundless deep. Share thy crust and ask no dole, Offer the cup thou wouldst never drain ; Only he whs saveth his soul Loseth all that he fain would gain. Smile with him who has gained his day ; Smile the gladder, if at thy cost. It was his to win and thine to aspire. It is his to-day who loved the most. Pluck the flower that blooms at thy door ; Cherish the love that the day may send; Cometh an hour when all thy store Vainly were offered for flower or friend. Gratefully take what life offereth, Looking to heaven nor seeking reward. So shalt thou find, come life, come death, Earth and sky are in sweet accord. —Selected.
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Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 45, 12 February 1898, Page 11
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179The Home Circle. Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 45, 12 February 1898, Page 11
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