GRAINS OF GOLD

New Zealand Tablet, 30 July 1908, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD

TO-MORROW. The road so hard to travel, you think —

Ah — yes, it is true — ■ Yet never so long and weary a way, But it turned into pleasant paths some day. The burden of life so heavy to bear —

Each heart hath its own ; And never a cross did the good God send, But a brighter crown awaited the end. The world is gloomy, and skies are grey,

The sunshine will come. The tears you are shedding in bitter sorrow Are making the rainbow of hope for to-morrow,

Nothing is so new as what has long been forgotten. If thou find truth and love -in thyself thou shalt be able (o find them also in the lives of thy fellows.

To do what seems right may involve an extra struggle sometimes, but one may be sure that in 4he long run it will bring the most happiness.

' As the ring is the sign of marriage, so is adversity, both corporal and spiritual, patiently borne for the love of God, a most true pledge of divine election, and is like a marriage cf the soul with God.' — St. Gertrude.

God pity and soften the father whose children fear him, who grow silent as his foot crosses the threshold, who shun th-j room he darkens with his presence ! God bless the generous, cheerful, good-natured father, who though weary after the labor of the day, still forgets his cares and fills the house with joy and light ! His face is a never-failing source of gladness to those who love him, and when he comes home there is a headlong race and scramble to see who shall kiss father first. Such a greeting is a full payment for all the toils and vexations of the day.

Woman will always be more or less of an enigma, and it is little wonder that she is so seldom understood by the sterner sex. In nothing is she more baffling than in her capacity for suffering. There has never been a war or any great calamity in which her courage, her power of endurance, and her self-sacrifice have not been the admiration of the world ; yet these same women are liable to cry if the muffin burns or the new hat is a failure. It is a woman's way — God made* her for the home, and its small happenings are comedies and tragedies in her life ; Syf it does seem a pity that the creature who is capable of such htsoic action, if occasion demands, should be so ignominiously defeated by the ' pin-pricks 'of everyday life. Nine times out of ten it is a case of nerves, of too close confinement 'indoors, and too much routine in her work.