Threads of Gold Woven in Verse (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 Excerpt: ...to south and from east to west Death all around those silent realms did rest. The spring-time came, and with its azure skies Soon that field would become a paradise; Whilst showers made the living waters flow. And the plowman went forth in hope to sow. With his heavy steps and his sturdy stride, He traveled over its surface broad and wide, And with the plow he made those furrows deep Before he could expect an harvest reap. By faith he sowed with a liberal hand Seed o'er all that broad acreage of land; The scene was changed into a fruitful field. Of golden grain, at harvest it would yield. Harvest came, and it was the same strong hand Went forth to reap, o'er that same piece of land; Ripened sheaves he bound with a golden band--The shade thereof like the glittering sand. 'T was the joy of harvest, a sweet refrain, A full reward for all his toil and pain; It thus returned to him an hundred fold, Thus filling his purse with silver and gold. Like the gentle touch of some friendly hand, It thus brought joy within that household band; That father, mother, and the children dear--With firm trust in God, what had they to fear? Thus the seasons came and the seasons passed--'Twas sowing and reaping whilst life did last--Daily duties done without undue haste, Whilst nothing was allowed to run to waste. SYNONYMOUS. 95 From childhood to manhood the children grew, The lasses' lovers came, and they withdrew From the home circle, until none was left, The old folks of children were thus bereft. But the children's children came one by one, When the old folks' toiling was almost done; Their well-wrought lives had thus been greatly blest; God whispered: " Well done; from your labors rest." But what of those whose life a field so bare None of God's blessing they desire...