THE VISITOR.


HE'S curious, I do declare,"

Says puppy No. 1; 

"I wonder if he comes to fight, 

Or if he comes for fun."

"I don't see either fight or fun

In him," says No. 2; 

"But if he once were sorely tried,

No knowing what he'd do."

"Oh! Oh!" says timid No. 3, 

"I'd like to see my mother; 

This visitor takes too much room, 

I'll get behind my brother."




Myrtle





LIFE'S CHANGES.

 

To-DAY we may stand in the sunshine bright, 

The dark clouds of sorrow be vailed from our

sight;

We can mingle our songs with the birds in the grove, 

While nature seems breathing of gladness and love; 

Our hearts are uplifted in reverent praise 

To Him, our Creator, who knoweth our ways.

To-morrow, dark clouds the sky may o'erspread, 

The God-given light from our spirits be fled; 

Our songs be all hushed, the wild birds all flown, 

And nature frown on us, bereft and alone; 

In anguish our hearts feel the chastening rod, 

Yet we'll bow to the will of our Father and God.





E. W. C.