"I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me,
That I might have seen His kind looks when He said,
'Let the little ones come unto Me.'"
Goldmorrow's thoughts were different. They went forward into the
future. He had hardly any of Yestergold's difficulties about being
good. He did not think much about his own state. What took up all his
thoughts was the state of the world in which his brothers and he were
living. How was that to be made better? As he went up and down in his
father's kingdom, he beheld hovels in which poor people had to live,
and drink-shops, and gambling-houses, and prisons. He was always
asking himself, how are evils like these to be put away? Whatever good
any Age of the past had had, these things had never been cast out. He
did not think poorly of the Age when Christ was on the earth. He was
as pious as his brother. He loved the Lord as much as his brother.
But his love went more into the future than into the past.
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