Classic poem of the day
The trials that the Saviour bore have paved the golden way,
Gethsemane and Calvary before the Easter Day.
He chasteneth the souls He loves and scourgeth every one
Whom He receives into the fold — His will, His will be done.
For ev'ry valley there's a mount, in splendor does it rise,
The vales are deepest when the peaks most nearly touch the skies.
For ev'ry grief there is a joy, we cannot fail to see,
The deeper sorrows that we have, the richer ......
Member poem of the day
Which season's fairest? Is it Springtime's day When dew-drops sparkle in the still of morning, When first the lark pours forth its roundelay And senses all the joy that Future's awning Keeps hidden yet in silence, uncommuned, When too the western wind its harp has tuned While Nature listens, hushed, amid her bowers To catch the word no ear lists save the flower's? Its ear! No, with its heart it comprehends, The flower's bud has energies untiring, And therefore free and bli......