Treasures Along the Way

 

 

How oft, among the waving fields

of life, so fair and wide;

We, careless, take the husk and straw

And cast the grain aside.

And on its pleasant, gravelly strand,

With jewels richly strown;

We pick the pebbles and the shells

And leave the gems alone.

 

And in the hall, and at the mart,

And on the land-street fair;

We choose the worse, and fail to see

The wondrous treasures there.

The treasure of the kindly deed,

The gem of vital thought,

The riches of the glorious scene

The hand of God hath wrought.

 

There's treasure on the broad highway,

There's treasure in the street,

There's treasure in the looks and smiles

Of those we chance to meet;

There's treasure in the friendly voice,

The song and e'en the laugh;

Then make it yours and throw aside

The worthless stones and chaff.

 

~ Bruce E. Hoad, Sr.