Fugitive Verses
Popular Reprinted Poetry from Nineteenth Century Newspapers

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.