p. 1 | The Golden Side

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, Cal. · May 13, 1875

The Golden Side.

THERE is many a rest on 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 wake it. To the sunny soil that is full of hope, And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth, The grass is green, and the flowers are bright, Though the wintery 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, Nor an evening without a morning; And the darkest hour, 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 a 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 delicate silver threads Of curious lives asunder; And then blame heaven for the tangled ends, And sit, and grieve, and wonder.

—Sel.