Poem August 8, 1903 Issue

Light

W. B. T.

All mundane ties bide here their hour and go,
And earthly friendships find their eventide;
Life's sun, to seeming, sets on all below,
Yet shines again, with shadows scattered wide.

For Love is Light, our God, our steadfast sun,
Which, risen as Truth, will ne'er leave dark our sky;
But light to their true meaning, one by one,
These earth-ties fleeting, in God's by-and-by.

Make yourselves nests of pleasant thoughts. None of us yet know, for none of us have been taught in early youth, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thoughts, proof against all adversity,—bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings,—treasure houses of restful and pleasant thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us—houses built without hands for our souls to live in.

Ruskin.

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