p. 8 | The Bright Side

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jul 11, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 27.

The Bright Side

There is 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 wake 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, Tho the wintry storm prevaileth.

Better to hope tho 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, Nor an evening without a morning; And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning.

There is ever 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 God's will with a ready heart, And hands that are swift and willing, Than to snap the delicate, slender threads Of our curious lives asunder, And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends, And sit and grieve and wonder. — Anonymous.