TRIED GOLD.
GET the spindle and distaff ready,
God will send the flax;
So makes the bee, from summer flowers,
Honeycomb and wax.
Work the six days, pray all seven,
Trust the rest to the grace of Heaven.
Cast thy bread upon the waters,
Ask not gain or praise;
Thou shalt eat it fresh and sweet,
After many days.
Work the six days, pray all seven,
Trust the rest to the grace of Heaven.
Winds may blow, but the tree God planteth
Taketh deeper root;
Winds that shake it cannot break it,
It shall bear good fruit.
Work the six days, pray all seven,
Leave the rest to the grace of Heaven.
Never wish for the tarnished wages,
Fraud and lying pay;
Unto every evil-doer
Comes the evil day.
Work the six days, pray all seven,
Trust the rest to the grace of Heaven.
He doeth well who does his best,
He doeth well who strives;
Noblest efforts may sometimes fail,
Never noble lives.
Work the six days, pray all seven,
Trust the rest to the grace of Heaven.
Lillie E. Barr.