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Pleasant Paths for Little Feet.

HEAR ye not that angel voice,
Sweeter than the harps of heaven,
Bidding youthful souls rejoice

In the grace by Jesus given?

See ye not that form of light,

Clothed with radiance of the skies,
Bringing gems and jewels bright,
Treasures of the good and wise?

In her right hand "length of days,"
In her left, the heart's increase;
Bright and pleasant all her ways,

And her paths are paths of peace.
Hark! she calleth: Them I love,

Who to me their love have given,

Early seek for joys above,

Early find the peace of heaven.

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PLEASANT PATHS FOR LITTLE FEET.

"Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace." -PROV. iii. 17.

EARLY three thousand years ago there was a

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great king in Jerusalem. He had everything

that heart could wish, and he made up his mind that if there was such a thing as happiness to be found in this world, he would find it and make it his own. So he tried to see whether it could be bought with money; but although he had great piles of gold and silver, all his riches seemed to say, "Happiness is not in me." Then he had a most splendid house, all shining with gold, and so filled with beautiful and pleasant things, that the whole world wondered at them; yet as he walked through the great gilded rooms of his palace, the very walls seemed to say to him, "Happiness is not in me.” Then he had pleasures more than I could tell you of: he ate and he drank, he made gardens and orchards, he had his men-singers and his women-singers,