GRAINS OF GOLD.

New Zealand Tablet, 1 November 1917, Page 3

GRAINS OF GOLD.

IT IS THE LORD. (“Let Him do what is good in His sight.” — I. Kings iii. 18.) Dear heart, when the cross in your path appeal's, The cross of sorrow and suffering keen, Studded with thorns and gemm’d with tears The blood-drops coursing their way between ; O fly to meet it ! O fly to greet it! O clasp it close to your aching breast ! And cry aloud, till the winds repeat it: “Dominus est! Dominus est!” Into each cup of life must fall The bitter wine of distress or shame; The loathsome.draught, of Dishonor’s gall, The acrid malt of disgrace or blame. O fly to drain it ! O ne’er disdain it! The bitter tonic is always best— The Will and the love of our Lord ordain it, “ Dominus est Dominus est!” Stripp’d of honors, of goods, of friends— The toys, the joys, that were once your own Flitted away to the world’s wide ends— What matter treasures ? What matter pleasures ? At last v brave heart, when you sit alone, The naked Cross is the Christian’s test : An infinite Love each teardrop measures : “Dominus est! Dominus est!” —Eleanor C. Donnelly.

REFLECTIONS.

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