Religion
Christian life's no bank of roses
From Parish Musings (1863)
Christian life's no bank of roses
Where we idly sit and sing,
'Till the gathering evening closes, —
Christian life's an earnest thing.
Full of vows and full of labour,
All our days fresh duties bring,
First to God, and then our neighbour, —
Christian life's an earnest thing.
Onward — ever onward pressing,
Yet untired as Angel's wing,
Believing, doing, blest, and blessing, —
Christian life's an earnest thing.
On its wayside none may linger
Undisturb'd by sorrow's sting,
Or by judgment's warning finger, —
Christian life's an earnest thing.
Wake then, Christian, from thy slumber,
Evening doth its shadows bring;
Few the hours thy day may number, —
Christian life's an earnest thing.
Codex Note
Text: I must work the works of Him that sent me, while it is day ; the night cometh, when no man can work. — John ix. 4.
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MLA
Monsell, John S. B. “Christian life's no bank of roses.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/monsell/197/.
Chicago
Monsell, John S. B. “Christian life's no bank of roses.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/monsell/197/.
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