Poem October 9, 1902 Issue

A Little More Love

SAMUEL GREENWOOD.

The content of the worldling is not in his gold,
Nor in wanton pleasures nor grasp of power,
Though he striveth to gain these hour by hour,
And yieldeth them homage till time is old;
For stronger than passions or greed of gain
Is his yearning for love, like a secret pain
That no earthly treasures have yet consoled.

For gold cannot buy one loving thought,
And sensuous bliss is a loveless path,
And all the power that this world hath
Cannot compass one blessing which love hath wrought,
For the world of the flesh and all therein,
Its honors, its pride, its pleasures and sin,
Are as passing shadows that come to naught.

A little more love for each other and God
And many a desert would bud and bloom,
And darkling shadows would lift their gloom
From many a pilgrim's upward road;
For Love is God, and His daughters and sons
Have been named of Him the loving ones,
Who scatter His radiant beams abroad.