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In the Light.
Keep in the suns.h.i.+ne, brother!
Walk in the golden light; The shadows are over yonder, And there is the night, the Night!
Keep in the suns.h.i.+ne, brother!
It gleams on the grayest slope, It smiles with the lips of pleasure, And laughs with the lips of hope.
Keep in the suns.h.i.+ne, brother!
It gladdens the world with light; The shadows are over yonder, And there is the night, the Night!
Little Sermons.
However we may measure it, the heart of the world is always greatly bigger than its head.
Love will stir the heart into laughter when all the gold of Ophir only brings a snow-storm to life's roses.
That work is only worthy which adds something to the store of things that contribute multiplied joys to the lives of men.
G.o.d loves a mute but kindly tongue six days in the week more than a yawping mouth of prayer on the seventh day.
Wanted to Hide.
"What art thou, miserable creature!" shouted Pluto in a great rage as he beheld a shrinking, cowering form, hiding away in the deepest shadows.
"Pardon me, O, G.o.d of the realm of darkness," implored the miserable shade. "I am an ante-election prophecy, and am only trying to hide myself away and be forgotten forever more!"
"Poor thing, go and sin no more!" replied the king of shadows with a great pity in his voice. "Thy punishment is, indeed, deserved!" And he strode away to stir up the animals in another quarter of his dominions.
Little Sermons.
The thankfulness of some people stops in saying grace at the table before meals.
It isn't always the front seats that are occupied by His humblest children, when the collection plate gets busy.
The religion that is so brief as to last only a few hours on Sunday can be at home in a place too warm to cut ice in the great hereafter.
The Suns.h.i.+ne Song.
I.
It's no matter what your sorrows, they will vanish sure and soon If you'll only use your whistle on the suns.h.i.+ne's golden tune; And no matter what the weather nor how the troubles throng, If you practice on the music of the suns.h.i.+ne's happy song.
II.
What's the use to pout and pester when the joy-bells cease to chime?
Sweet the daisies fill the meadow and they blossom all the time!
Keep your heart heaped up with gladness and a faith that's full and strong.
And through all the ways of winter sing the blessed suns.h.i.+ne song!
III.
If the mountain path is steeper than your easy fancies thought, Keep on climbing for the summits and the glories that you sought; And if winter comes and pelts you with the snows that crowd along, Lift your heart and feet together to the suns.h.i.+ne's golden song.
IV.
Over yonder bloom the lilies and the roses and the life; What shall matter all the brambles and the underbrush of strife?
Don't you bear the angel carols rising o'er the cries of wrong?
Ope your heart and fill to bursting with the suns.h.i.+ne's blessed song!
V.
O, my brother, don't you worry! Up and down this world we go Where the summer brings the blossoms and the winter brings the snow; But it's spring the wide world over as through life we push along If the heart is full of music and we sing the suns.h.i.+ne song!
Little Sermons.
In a glad smile from a clean heart there was never room for evil to find a place to plant a suggestion of wrong doing.
It may be wrong for some folks to dance, but the devil would rather have some people talk about their neighbors a minute than to dance a whole week. They can do so much better job at it.
