Poem January 27, 1906 Issue

Our Handiwork

Anon with contributions from Emerson

Better to weave in the web of life
A bright and golden filling.
And to do God's will with a ready heart
And hands that are prompt and willing.
Than to snap the delicate minute threads
Of our curious lives asunder,
And then blame Heaven for tangled ends
And sit and grieve and wonder.

Anon.

Is not prayer also a study of truth,—a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite? No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.—Emerson.

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