OCR Text |
Show 1 SQUANDERED BLESSINGS. Ws often tire of what seems vain endeavor en-deavor For happy things, and think the world goes wrong, And wonder if our plans must fail forever, Till minor chords prevail in life's sad song.. And the fair flowers growing in the meadows Through which our pathways lead Us day by day We do not see, because our trouble s shadows -Hide all that's beautiful and bright away. We spend today in dreaming of tomorrow, to-morrow, And, when tomorrow comes, our hearts will lay Plans for the future, thinking o'er in sorrow The squandered blessings of the yesterday. yes-terday. We fail to learn the lesson of our losses; We grasp at things forever out of reach, And grope our way through shadows, bearing, crosses Made out of bitterness of thought and speech. We lose the little joys of life forever In longing after what we cannot gain, And by and by, when Hope says sadly "Never!" ' For what we's missed we sigh but all in vain. If we could take life's blessings as we find them, Making the most of bright or cloudy days, Departing, they would leave content behind them, And vain regret would no more vex our ways. I ' Eben E. Rexford. |