The Heritage Of God’s Children
God is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup:
Thou maintained my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;
Yea, I have a goodly heritage.
I will bless God, who hath given me counsel;
Yea, my heart instructeth me in the night seasons.
I have set God always before me:
Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth:
My flesh also shall dwell in safety.
For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol;
Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption.
Thou wilt show me the path of life:
In thy presence is fulness of joy;
In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
As for me, I shall behold thy face in righteousness;
I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with beholding thy form.
—Psalms.
The Evergreen Lives
There are evergreen men and women in the world, praise be to God!—not many of them, but a few. They are not the showy folk. (Nature is an old-fashioned shopkeeper; she never puts her best goods in the window.) They are only the quiet, strong folk; they are stronger than Fate. The storms of life sweep over them, and the biting frosts creep round them; but the winds and the frosts pass away, and they are still standing, green and straight.
—Jerome K. Jerome.