GRAINS OF GOLD.

New Zealand Tablet, 20 September 1906, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD.

AT NIGHT. I knew a boy, his mother's joy, A little lad of three, Who spent the day in constant play, As busy as a bee. At night to bed with drooping head Pull slowly would he creep ; And, told to pray,. , would sometimes say : • 'Ail Maywy ! 'et me seep. I know a man, half through life's span, With many cares beset, Who oft at night, from left to right Will, wakeful, toss and fret, Till, tired out, with heart devout He sinks to slumber deep Won by the prayer, forgotten ne'er : ' Hail Mary ! let me sleep.' Without charity, all is little ; with charity, all is great.— St. Augustine. He that gave all, shall ask an account of all.— St. Augustine. Do well what you have to do ; by so doing you will praise God.— St. Augustine. The life of a man speaks more forcibly than the tongue.— St. Augustine. The true Christian lives in sorrow, and dies in joy.— St. Augustine. . Works have an eloquence to which we yield, although the tongue keeps silence.— St. Cyprian. I have found a greater number of true innocents than of true penitents.— St. Ambrose. He that spends his" life without weeping, shall have to weep eternally.— St. Bernard. The state of a guilty conscience is the hardest of . all penances.— St. Bernard. One must ever judge and correct himself, before undertaking to reform others.— St. Bernard. "- - i