And when his master heard, he smiled,
Though of his goods he was beguiled:
Nor did he e'en forbear to praise
The crafty foresight of his ways.
The children of this world, alas!
The children of the light surpass,
In planning methods to provide
For ills from which they cannot hide.
And so our Master bids us take
The money which He gives, and make
Friends with our riches for the day
When earthly treasures flee away.
That when we leave our house below,
And into unknown regions go,
Through Jesus, we may find above
An everlasting home of love.
Do I my little store expend
For such a wise and prudent end;
Or only think of my own gain,
And not of others' want and pain?
Lord, by Thy Spirit, make me wise
Above my selfishness to rise,
And something daily give away
To find again in Thy great day!
Richard Wilton, M.A.
THE UNJUST STEWARD.