The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1903-02-14
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At the close. Of each day we review
the days record to find wherein we
have done wrong. We remember the
hasty word spoken which gave pain to
a tender. heart. We recall with sorrow
our self-indulgences, our lapse from
truth, honesty, or integrity, even our
breaches Of courtesy.
But in counting up the sins of. the
day dc, we ever think with regret and
pain of the things we did not do?
Are we sorry for our sins of omis-
sion? *'.
We pass by ON the other side Of
many a human need and hunger each
day. Why can we not see that, by so
doing we stand condemned. depart
from me-" the King will say to those
on his left hand; for I was an hum
gered and We gave me no meat; I was
thirsty and We gave me no drink; /
was a stranger and We took me not in;
naked and We clothed me not; sick and
in prison and We visited me not"
It is not said that they were liars or
dishonest; that they were unjust, cruel
Or inhuman; that they oppressed the
poor or crushed the weak
All that is said of them is that they
did not feed the hungry, did not give
drink to the thirsty, did not show hos
pitality to the stranger, did not clothe
the naked, did not visit the sick or the
prisoner. They were condemned for
not doing the things of love which
waited for them day by day.
The lesson is needed in our homes.
Sometimes loves duties are crowded
out by other seeming duties.
Mothers are sometimes too busy with
social duties or church work, to minis
ter to the heart needs Of their house,
hold. These outside things are i'm
portant in their way, yet woman's
first and hottest duty is ever to her own
home. Whatever work may call a
woman outside, whatever needs of
other homes may appeal to her, she
cannot be excused from the duties she
owes to the loved ones of her own
household. These are her own duties
and no other ones. If she does not
do them, they must be undone. No
other woman can be mother to her
children: Outside needs appeal to
others as we'll as her. but the things
of her home are hers alone.
We need to make sure as we pass
along that no one of our household
can ever say to us, in any by and by,
was hungry hearted and We gave me
no daily bread of love. I was thirsty
for humane sympathy and We gave me
no drink: I was a stranger at your
hearts door and We took me not into
loves warmth and shelter; I was sick
with life's burdens and We n1inistered
not to me.
Possibly the greatest sins against
our nearest and dearest are the sins
Of omission: But it, Isl not only in the
home that lesson Its needed There
isS5 the same rela-
IIlie5 men ani Won1en ouIld hurt
rob bed, an u tos con-
stantly going by them: Do we, pass
by on the other side?
b It is not enough that we commit nc
evil against others. We. must watch
lest we fail to do them the good which
! is in our power to do.
| Mrs. Sangster's lines are very sug.
gestiVe:
1T isn't the things you do dear
| It's the thing you leave undone,
| That gives you bit of heartache
At the setting Of the sun.
| The tender word forgotten.
The letter you did not write,
| The. flower you did not send, dear,
| Are your haunting ghosts at night.
| "The stone you might have lifted
! Out of a brothers way:
| The bit of heartsome council
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch Of the hand. dear,
The gentle. winning tone,
! Which you had no time. nor thought for
| With troubles enough Of your own.
t'Those little acts, of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Those chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find,
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wrath.
When hope is faint and tagging.
And a chill has fallen on faith.
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For life is all too short dear,
. And sorrow is all to great.
! To suffer our slow compassion.
| That tarries until too late;
| And it isn't the thing you. do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the SUM-
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