THE GOLDEN SIDE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume III, Issue 117, 23 July 1875, Page 6

THE GOLDEN SIDE.

There is many a rest on tlie road of life, If we would only stop to take it ; And many a tone from the better land If the querulouß heart would wake it. To the sunny soul that is full of hope, And whose beautiful trust never faileth, The grass is green and the flowers are bright Though the wintry Btorm prevaileth. Better to hope, though the clouds hang low, And to keep the eyes still lifted ; ITor the sweet blue sky will soon peep through, When the ominous clouds are rifted. There was never a night without a day, Nor an evening without a morning j And the darkest hour, the proverb goeß, Is the hour before the dawning. There is many a gem in the path of life, Which we pass in our idle pleasure, That is richer far than the jewelled crown Or the miser's hoarded treasure ; It may be the love of a little child, Or a mother's prayer to Heaven, Or only a beggar's grateful thanks For a cup of water given. Better to weave in the web of life A bright and golden filling, And to do God's will with a ready hearb, And hands that are swift and willing, Than to snap the delicate silver threads Of our curious lives asunder j And then Heav'n blame for the tangled ends And sit to grieve and wonder.