by Ruth Smeltzer

To the thorns of life I’m more indebted
Than I am to the roses sweet;
They will not let me lie inactive
While round me there are tasks to meet.
They spur me on to nobler action,
Nor long allow me quiet ease,
But keep on pricking at my conscience–
And often drive me to my knees.



Not How Much Is Your Gold

by Vincent Godfrey Burns (1893-1979)

Not how much is your gold,
Not how great are your lands;
How kind is your heart?
How clean are your hands?

Not knowledge nor pride,
Not a crown nor a creed;
Have you found the good life,
Have you helped those in need?

What good did you find
On your way to the goal?
How broad is your mind?
How sweet is your soul?

Not How Much Is Your Gold