p. 59 | The Golden Side

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 3, 1874

The Golden Side

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 winter 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 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 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 ready 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.