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The Golden Side

  • Author: Unknown
  • Editor: B-7413
  • Newspaper: The Umpire volume 6
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  • Date: 3 21 1917
  • Tags:
  • poetry

THE GOLDEN SIDE There's many a rest in the road of life If we only 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 are bright, Though the wintry storm prevaileth. Better to hope, though the clouds hang low And to keep the eyes still lifted, For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through, When the ominous clouds are rifted. There's never a night without a day, Nor an evening without a morning, And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning. There's 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 prayer to heaven, Or only 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 do G d's will with a cheerful heart, And hands that are swift and willing, Than to snap the delicate, tender threads Of our curious lives asunder, And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends, And sit and grieve and wonder. —Author Unknown.