ade when he was a little boy, which has been turned into the hymn we
so often sing:--

"I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children, as lambs, to His fold,
I should like to have been with Him then.

"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. It was the
Lord who was coming, rather than the Lord who had come, in whom he had
joy. "The Golden Age would come when Christ returned to the earth," he
said. The verses in the Bible where this coming was foretold shone
like light for Goldmorrow. And often, as he read them aloud to his
brothers and his sister, his eyes would kindle and he would burst out
with speeches like this: "I see that happy time approaching. I hear
its footsteps. My ears catch its songs. It is coming. It is on the
way. My Lord will burst those heavens and come in clouds of glory,
with thousands and tens of thousands in His train. And things evil
shall be cast out of the kingdom. And things that are wrong shall be
put right. There shall be neither squalor, nor wretched poverty, nor
crime, nor intemperance, nor ignorance, nor hatred, nor war. All men
shall be brothers. Each shall be not for himself but for the kingdom.
And Christ shall be Lord of all."

In these discussions Goldenday was always the last to speak. And
always he had least to say. I have been told that he was no great
speaker. But my impression is that he got so little attention from his
brothers