THREE LINKS OF LIFE.
Copyright, 1895, by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by Alice M. Reynolds.
A schoolboy sat with head bowed down"I've failed in class," said he;
"Why can't I be like other boys.
And be as bright as they,
Who brighter grow each day;
I try to learn, but tie so hard
To keep it in my head"-
His mother, dear, with fond caress,
These words to him then said:
Don't be discouraged, lad, your day will come:
Remember your childhood's prayer. Thy will be done;
I'll ever stick to you while life does last;
Be true to your manhood, boy, where'er your lot is cast.
A young man sat with bead bowed down,
His hopes in life had fled:
"Why must I toil and drudge," said he,
"Just for my daily bread;
I'd better far be dead-
I long for wealth and rank and fame,
I have but naught Instead "-
His dear old mother, with a sigh,
These words to him then said:- Chorus.
An old man sat with head bowed down,
'Twas not in grief nor shame;
His life well spent, his task was o'er,
He'd worked with might and main,
He gained both wealth and fame;
Through years of toil and strife and care,
When clouds hung dark o'erhead,
Those loving words still spurr'd him on,
The words his mother said:- Chorus.