CHILDREN’S VOICES. 



CHILDREN'S voices sweetly ringing 

Through the clear and silent air, 

Children's voices gladly singing 

Of a Saviour's loving care. 

Children's faces brightly smiling 

In the darkest cloudy day, 

Children's laughter, care beguiling, 

Chasing sorrow far away. 

Children's prayer for evening blessing, 

Kneeling at a mother's knee, 

Children's little hands caressing, 

Softly—oh, so tenderly. 

Children's love—how pure, how holy, 

May I copy childhood's ways, 

Learning to be simple, lowly, 

Trusting, loving, all my days. 





—Selected. 




THERE Is beauty in old winter, 

Though the streams neglect to flow, 

For the earth hath found a carpet 

Of newly driven snow.