"The Golden Side" by (Mrs. M[ary]. A[nn]. Kidder)
Source of witness transcribed: The Western Democrat (Charlotte, North Carolina)
Date of witness transcribed: 7 January 1868
Notes about this poem: "The Golden Side" was printed in at least 242 newspapers during the nineteenth century. It can be found using ID 478033 in this table of most widely-reprinted poems.
In some reprintings this poem is attributed to M. A. Kidder, most well known as an author of hymns, but it was printed far more often anonymously.
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.