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Waiapu Church Gazette, Volume XII, Issue 6, 1 December 1921, Page 334

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Be lord of thy own mind; The dread of evil is the worst of ills; Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts . ;'■ "\. ■" .. ■'.'. •:■ '■>■'„■' '.'"■:■] Are ills because we hoard them. B. W.- Proctor. \ The world of to-day isn't wholly as •■ '.gay ■ ■ ;"';•'■: ■ ■■■•:'." -'v ■■■■ :i ":, the Eden where Adam was •.;■ placed; ' ''■'-.' ■/'.'■'■ The thistles are rife m our corner of " -.. life ■ ■■■', ■.';•• ;■; :'"■•■ - * And half of the garden's a waste. But it isn't discussing or staring or fussing ' . Will coax us a crop from the clay; It's draining, manuring, persisting, enduring, It's patiently PEGGING AWAY. —"Church Army Gazette." My conscience is my crown, Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy m itself, ' ' My bliss is. m my breast; Enough I reckon wealth^ A mean the surest lot; That lies too high for base contempt, Too low for envy's shot. '■■• ; •^-Southwell.

No easy hopes or lies Shall bring us to our goal,' But iron sacrifice . Of body, will and soul. There is but one task for all — For each one life to give; Who stands if freedom fall? Who dies- if England live? • --Eipling. Blessing she is : God made her so ; And deeds of week-day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow.; Nor hath she ever chanced -to know That aught were easier. than tablets.' — J. R. Lowell.