The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1885-06-05
Tired Hearts.

! Home MagaZlne-
o tired hearts! that ache and break
With all the weary stress of years!
o dimming eyes that back ward look
Through heavy, dropping mIsts of tears
Poor tired ones, lost on lite's road,
Bearing of pain, Il sorry load,
For you lift my voice to-day,
And softly to the Father pray,
God bless you all p
"Tired hearts! That means me, .
sighs Il weary mother; "Surely my
burdens are greater than | eau
bear. Only God knows how weary
am of it all.'
Tired Wearyi Time has not
yet Silvered your bright hair. Only
here and there are a few cleaning
threads, just enough of them to
whisper that ''the isles of rest are
coming nearer" and to urge you
on to earnest endeavOr, to work
while it Is day. Your eyes have
yet their lustre, your cheek wears
much Ot the soft bloom of -girlhood.
Sister, why are YOU tired 7 Have
the years tailed to bring their glory
10 your lifes Tears are gathering
thickly upon your dropping lashps.
"Oh! tue ache in the heart is so
bitterrf
You did not want life to be asst
is !! Ah, no. 1t was to be fair,
beautiful thing, filed with great
and good works, aud there YOU
would have rejOicpd. You expect
ed trials, but not lite as it is. The
days are so long; the little ones so
exactlng, so restless; T; perhaps even
the Thoughtful companion has
grown careless. Oh, if only lie
would shelter in his strong arms of
love; it only he would render all
the delicate little attentions as OF
old, as in the first sunny days-if
he would, then the weary heart
could find rest.
Poor. tired, Overburdened ones
MAY Col comfort you all. He
knows your burdens, and has pro-
missed strength for each day.
"Ah! have prayed for that
comfort, strength" whispered tue !
Iuivering lips. "Oh, how | have |
prayed! ] want to be true wo.
nan | want to do great many.
-hlngs, but here | am, fettered by |
petty cares; eau do uothing-only |
oil on, day after day, doing the |
.hings over and over all my life
Ind what does iG all amount tor
"a commonplace life,n We say,
'ud sigh.
And God who knows each separate soul,
)ut of common place lives makes his beau
tIful whole.h
Hush Sweet voices in the glad
leaveus above us are siuglug:
Whatsoever ye do, do it heartily as to
the Lord"
Lite's beautiful angel touches
rith spirit fingers the timbrel and
arp, aud only cry of discord and
ain follows. o sister! l tell you
q all love aud sympathy that
in the hurry aud strife.
GU have missed the sweetness of
fe's melody. You meet familiar
aces each day and you, must smile.
'Ou exchange happy sounding
reetings you sing lullabys of rest
lille pain thrObs under each note.
he days 60 on aud you are weary;
on are growing old before the
sars have done their work.
Need these thinss s bef Little arms
ing lovingly about you little lips
lss you? own; little voices set all
le house foil of music-perhaps
le weariDess 10 your soul calls it /.
iiscord.' We all know of moth. ;
5 to-day whose hearts and arms
Q empty-mOthers, but yet child. Z
So through all the world. Oh, "
red mOthersl are you weary q
IOngh to let the little lambs slip
rever away from your keepingl .,
ley may be going from you even y
Nv. Can you kiss them GOOD. :,
ght" and "GOOd- bye" for ell time :,
len rouse up aud do the good :.
ings you wish TO accomplish. L -
e you shrink aud hold them close
After all, their love is 50 sweet Ii
the blest jewels Of Gods care. cl
Through the heat Of midsummer Ia
cn aud through The dusk Of twi- Al