p. 1 | THE GOLDEN SHORE by Sel.

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 17, 1871

THE GOLDEN SHORE.

By Sel.

There is many a rest in the road of life, If we would only 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 keep the eyes 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 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 to do God’s will with a ready heart, And hands that are swift and willing, Than to snap the minute, delicate threads Of our curious life asunder, And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends, And sit, and grieve, and wonder.

—Sel.