Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-11-12

Because I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of
life
Blind me with burning tears, but
look beyond
It's tumult and it's strife:
Because I lift my head above the
mist,
Where the sun shines and the broad
breezes blow,
By every ray and every raindrop
kissed
That Gods love doth bestow,
Think you I find no bitterness at all?
No burden to be borne, like
Christians pack?
Think you there are no ready tears
to fall
Because 1 keep them back?
Why should I hug life's ills with
cold reserve,
To curse myself and all who love
me? Nay!
A thousand times more good than [
deserve
God gives me every day.
And in each one of these rebelliOus
tears
Kept bravely back He makes a rain
bow shine;
Grateful I take His slightest gift.
No fears
MOI any doubts are mine.
Dark skies must clear, and when the
clouds are past, &
One golden day redeems a weary
year;
Patient I listen, sure that sweet, at
last,
Will sound His voice of cheer.
AS has been in substance pleaded
in this place many a time, it is
pleaded again, because true hearts
demand, we have got to look and
listen; to reflect, to keep our minds
open for the reception of truth, and
all life is an anthem. There is a
hymn in every breeze, melody in
every zephyr, tender harmony in
every ray of sunshine, and in every
flower kissed to life by the sunbeams
that dance from the darkest clouds
which may lower above us on our
.JQu1 uCy w CIIO OFC1IdOtAAS S1U4lIhjtI-
land in the sphere we know not Of
in our common human conception.
One golden afternoon compensates
us for many a day of gloom. All our
yesterdays may have been unhappy,
but the one to-day of joy leads us to
ACCLAIM all this life joyous. And so
it is, There are times of sorrow; but
we can leave them uncOunted in the
e,:n.ra; sum if we will it that way.
The world is ours. for joy, not for
mourning. Long-faced repining is
a disease Of the mind, or it is actual
hypocrisy,
Better love your fellowman, love
the flowers and the trees and the
birds and the dumb beasts, than to
love your own ambition to make a
show of yourself in black type in the
public journals. Better the faithful
attachment of one beloved friend
who will love you unselfshly than
the Humorous plaudits of a hundred
tAUOSd1lu Vi Liz 'OAOOSH 4lO
would cheer you as loudly for jump
ing off a bridge, swimming a river
or slaughtering men as they would
if you leaped into the Presidency or
over a steeple. Better be accounted
good man in your street than al
hero with a understanding name
and a world-flling vanity, for heroes
are too numerous and bothersome, |
while the demand for good men is
perpetual.
Be patient-be good be happy.
There is no room at the top of the
world; it is Over-crowded. Let your
sober thoughts never learn to stray I
in that direction. Be worthy, be
fit, and the top will not appear to be
worth your while. The friendship |
and good opinion Of those amongst
whom you make your home are
worth all the top ever had to offer
since the vanity of man fashioned it
to break human hearts and destroy
the careers of the deserving.
Whose has one friend, WI are told,
is fortunate; whose has two friends is
blessed. That is the essence. of all
truth of mans worldly well-being.
IF n merits friendship one receives
it. a solace and a comfort beyond all
reckoning. Thus friendships some
thing vastly more than a name, as
most Of us know, more than "a charm
that lulls to sleep"-more than "a
shade that follows wealth or fame