And when the gold in a man is
found, think what a gift it is to the world and to God! I am a miner
myself, but I make no gold. It is there, in the hill, or in the man,
where God has put it away, and all that you and I can do is to work,
though our hands be blistered and our hearts be sore, until we come
upon the treasure at the last. We hasten here, and we scramble there,
wheresoever the glint seems brightest, the field most promising; but
the gold I seek is everywhere, and, boys, there is gold on gold in
Borealis!
"In the depth of the tunnel or the shaft you need a candle, throwing
out its welcome rays, to show you how to work the best and where to
dig, as you follow the lead. In the search for gold the way is very
often dark, so we'll sing a hymn that I think you will like, and then
we'll conclude with a prayer.
"Children--girls--we will all start it off together, you and your
mother and me."
The three little, bright-faced girls, the pretty mother, and the father
of the little flock stood there together to sing. They sang the hymn
old Jim had attempted to recall at his own little service that Sunday,
weeks before:
"Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on.
The night is dark and I am far from home.
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