Poem March 28, 1903 Issue

Our Daily Choice

SAMUEL GREENWOOD.

EACH day unfolds before us
A way of love or hate;
Sweet love that lives victorious
O'er every selfish state,
Dark hate that bears the curse of Cain
Through regions desolate.

The passing moments find us
With base desires or good;
With heavenly links they bind us
To God's dear Fatherhood,
Or sink us to abysmal depths
Of evil servitude.

To open wide the portal
Which lets God's angels in,
Or shut out joys immortal,
To live with self and sin;
O human heart, one thou must choose,
Thy life to lose or win.