| The Secrets of a Beautiful Life |
Chapter 5 |
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“Ah! Woe for the word that is never said
Till the ear is deaf to hear;
And woe for the lack to the fainting head
Of the ringing shout of cheer;
Ah! Woe for the laggard feet that tread
In the mournful wake of the bier.
A pitiful thing the gift to-day
That is dross and nothing worth,
Though if it had come but yesterday,
It had brimmed with sweet the earth;
A fading rose in a death-cold hand,
That perished in want and dearth.”
Shall we not take our lesson from the legend of the robin that plucked a thorn from the Saviour’s brow, and thus sought to lesson his pain rather than from the story of the disciples, who slept and failed to give the help which the Lord sought from their love? Thus can we strengthen those whose burden are heavy, and whose struggles and sorrows are sore.
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