GIRL GUIDES CORNER

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 13, 6 April 1927, Page 5

GIRL GUIDES CORNER

SINGING HEARTS A singing heart is of more value in the world than riches, for happiness is a fund that can never be wholly spent. It is easy enough to look on the dark side when things go wrong, but a sunny nature can usually vision the good side peering through. If there were no optimists born into the world life could not go on. Many of the poets liken life to a journey and here is a simple little rhyme, probably composed by the wayside and coming from what must surely have been a singing heart: “Here’s to the broad white road that beckons, The risks that baffle, the climb that nerves, And here’s to the merry heart that reckons, The rough with the smooth and never swerves.” It has always been one of my favourites and is a fine spur to effort where a hill is steep or a journey over-long. How many of you have singing hearts, I wonder, and the sense of rhythm that makes life run merrily like the music of a cheerful song? Girl Guiding has as its essence everything that cultivates an optimistic outlook, friendship, cheerfulness, service, loyalty, and a Guide with a singing heart leaves much sunshine in her wake. A singing heart makes light of a tedious task and encourages others to attempt what they would might otherwise shun. Life asks so much and yet so little and many* of us find wealth in simplicity:— "An open hand, an easy shoe And a hope to make the day go through.” A singing heart is surely of more value in the world than untold riches. —REDFEATHER. Peace is possible when all the world wants it: its seed is goodwill among men. Not all the wonders of science can save us if the hearts of men fail ns. It is a dramatic and impressive thought, for it means that every one of us counts in the saving of the world every heart that is right is helping on the world, and every heart that is wrong is holding back mankind. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river— There's the life for a man like me. There’s the life for ever. R.L.S. The miser has no friends, but the spendthrift has too many.