Bright jewels of earth shine on for Him,
And walk the narrow way;
Continue to be a righteous gem,
He’ll take you home some day.
[WHAT IS LIFE?]
What is life? a question asked,
A mere dream, a mere task;
Longfellow says it’s an “empty dream,”
But by that, what did he mean?
Life doth come and life doth go,
Sometimes it’s joy, sometimes it’s woe;
Aching hearts and many tears,
Many obstacles and many fears.
Fret not of things that have passed and gone,
But sing for the future some happy song;
He who thinks all his luck is bad,
Makes his own life miserable and those around him sad.
Life cannot always be bright,
Clouds must come as well as light;
Sweetest of roses have many thorns,
So has life many a form.
We are told by the Scriptures not to think,
Of to-morrow what we shall eat or drink;
For to-morrow will care for itself as to-day,
So let’s drive to-morrow’s sighs away.
We must not sit, and sigh, and pine,
Because we think life’s sun don’t shine;
To share some trouble we all were born,
There is no night but has its morn.