Who walks the world with soul awake

Finds beauty everywhere;
Though labor be his portion,
Though sorrow be his share,
He looks beyond obscuring clouds,
Sure that the light is there!

And if the ills of mortal life
Grow heavier to bear,
Doubt come with its perplexities
And whisper of despair,

He turns with love to suffering men
And lo! God, too, is there.

FLORENCE EARLE COATES.

Father, we thank Thee for the day and the night; for the storm and the sunshine; for the joys and the sorrows. Help us to remember life must have variety as certainly as a picture must have its lights and its shadows. Help us to keep our thoughts upon Thee and our fellow-men. Then will strength come with which we can endure all things. Then will we forget our own cares and struggles as we live lives of service. Make us not like the stagnant pool shut in to itself, but like the giving, flowing stream causing the flowers to bloom and giving forth refreshing life as it goes upon its way. May the flowers of hope and joy bloom where we go and humanity be made more comfortable. Amen. JOHNSTON MYERS.

Let's hollow out, beside the way
Where men fare to and fro,

A spring that all, their steps, may stay,
Where cooling waters flow,

And then go forth with more of grace
And goodliness in every face.

Let's plant a rose beside the road,
Where all the world goes by,
That every pilgrim, with his load,
May feast his happy eye

Upon its beauty as he goes

And breathe a blessing on the rose.

What is true goodness? who shall say?
Yet, in his heart one knows
That, surely, some of it have they
Who plant a wayside rose,

Or hollow out a spring whose song
Is mellow music all day long.

NIXON WATERMAN.

O Thou, who fillest the spring by the roadside and givest life and fragrance to the rose, we thank Thee that Thou dost offer to us the chance to labor with Thee; that Thou dost summon us to hollow out a place for the spring and to plant the rose so that they may be accessible to men. Move us,

we pray Thee, to faithfulness to our part in this divine ministry, and forbid that we shall ever for a moment forget that the world's need is also our own, and that the refreshment, and the grace, and the beauty, and all true goodness are from Thee. So while we offer may we also drink from the fountain, and be blessed by the rose. Amen.

CHARLES R. TENNEY.

As I was trudging down a long, long street,
And dreary,

With a pack of care upon my back, and feet
So weary,

I met the sudden flash of friendly smile!
It made that road shrink up to half a mile,
It made that queer, old load fall off to limbo;
As drudge will turn from task, her arms akimbo,
I stared and straightened· it had come so quick,
The change had been so sunny and so slick!
Then I tramped onward, whistling all the while -
What sense of comradeship in just a smile!

ANNE CLEVELAND CHENEY.

Thank God for smiles and sunny days, for kindly hearts and loving friends, for wayside flowers and little children, for the beauty of the hills and plains and the fruitage of the fields. Give thanks for the truth which leads us on from duty to duty, from victory to victory; for the Light that comes from the face of the Lord which makes gracious and beautiful the pathway for our feet and which reveals to us the deep things of life. Help us always to remember that there are lonely hearts to cherish and there is discouragement to be dispelled. Give us in large measure that faith in Thee and in the ultimate good which fills our hearts with smiles and sunshine and give us a deeper understanding of human brotherhood. We pray that we may meet all responsibilities and all God's children with joy and gladness and thanks we shall render unto Thee the Giver of life, love and joy. Amen.

MARY GRACE CANFIELD.

Let's hollow out, beside the way
Where men fare to and fro,

A spring that all, their steps, may stay,
Where cooling waters flow,

And then go forth with more of grace
And goodliness in every face.

Let's plant a rose beside the road,
Where all the world goes by,
That every pilgrim, with his load,
May feast his happy eye

Upon its beauty as he goes

And breathe a blessing on the rose.

What is true goodness? who shall say?
Yet, in his heart one knows
That, surely, some of it have they
Who plant a wayside rose,

Or hollow out a spring whose song
Is mellow music all day long.

NIXON WATERMAN.

O Thou, who fillest the spring by the roadside and givest life and fragrance to the rose, we thank Thee that Thou dost offer to us the chance to labor with Thee; that Thou dost summon us to hollow out a place for the spring and to plant the rose so that they may be accessible to men. Move us,

we pray Thee, to faithfulness to our part in this divine ministry, and forbid that we shall ever for a moment forget that the world's need is also our own, and that the refreshment, and the grace, and the beauty, and all true goodness are from Thee. So while we offer may we also drink from the fountain, and be blessed by the rose. Amen.

CHARLES R. TENNEY.

Old Sunshine they called him, and you might have wondered why, as you saw him come tottering down the street with his little basket on his arm. His voice was cracked and hard and his breath came in short quick gasps like the preliminary puffing of an old and worn out engine as it pulls out of a station, carrying a train of heavily loaded cars behind it. But when he laughed, ah, then you would never wonder again for the little chuckles came fairly tumbling over one another in their eagerness to get out and make that laugh a big success; and even after it was all over they kept wandering out alone and in couples, as if the car had been too full to hold them, or they had perhaps missed the last car and had to walk.

That laugh was, in fact, the finished product of just sixty-five years of constant practice. Small wonder that it was known and loved the village over. LOUISE ELDer.

Our heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the spirit of good cheer in the hearts of cheerful men. We rejoice in the fructifying influence of sunshine in the great world about us which, touching human life, creates moral sunshine. Make our hearts glad. Fill our spirits with sunshine. Make our laughter so joyful that it shall become a glad and luxurious contagion, passing quickly from heart. to heart until it shall make a perceptibly gladder world. So, through the very growth of gladness in the hearts of men, may Thy kingdom come and Thy will be done. Amen.

GEORGE L. PERIN.