The Golden Side
- There is many a rest in the road of life,
- If only we would stop to take it;
- And many a tone from the better land,
- If the querulous heart would make it!
- To the sunny soul, that is full of hope,
- And whose beautiful trust ne’er faileth,
- The grass is green and the flowers bright,
Though the wintry storm prevaileth.
- Better to hope though the clouds hang low,
- And to keep the eye still lifted;
- For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through,
- When the ominous clouds are rifted!
- There was never a night without a day,
- Or an evening without a morning;
- And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes,
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 jeweled crown,
- Or the miser’s hoarded treasure;
- It may be the love of a little child,
- Or a mother’s prayers to Heaven,
- Or 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 heart,
- And hands that are swift and willing,
- Than to snap the delicate minute, threads
- Of our curious lives asunder;
- And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends,
- And sit and grieve and wonder.