172 BRIARS AND BERRIES.

These words came home with keen rebuke
To me, who mourned life’s little jostles,
And called to mind the things that Luke
Has written of the first apostles,

Who faced the foe without a fear,

And counted even life not dear.

And since, from that good hour to this,
Come pleasant or come stormy weather,

I still reflect that human bliss

And human woe are mixed together :
Come smiling friend or. frowning foe

“ There will be briars where berries grow.”