At times we’ve thought what is the use
To brave the world and its abuse?
Trouble and sorrow seem everywhere
Surely ’tis more than we can bear.
But then a still, small voice would say,
There’s joy for you if you’ll but pay.
Should roses grow without a thorn?
To unearned ease are mortals born?
The sweetest flowers oft-times are found
Amid the thorns in roughened ground.
And richest joys you’ll find are those
Which spring from work and not repose.
Cumorah’s Southern Messenger (Johannesburg, South Africa), August 1970, p. 210