Worship him in the wild wood; Edward Youl (altered) 10. THE JOY OF WORSHIP. H! SWEETER than the marriage feast, OH! "Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the church To walk together to the church, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, He prayeth well who loveth well He prayeth best who loveth best S. T. Coleridge. 11. THE UNFINISHED PRAYER. TOW I lay me."-"Say it, darling." "NOW "Lay me," lisped the tiny lips Of my daughter, kneeling, bending O'er her folded finger-tips. "Down to sleep."-"To sleep," she murmured,And the curly head dropped low, "I pray the Lord." I gently added, "You can say it all, I know." "Pray the Lord” Fainter still 66 the words came faintly, my soul to keep: " Then the tired head fairly nodded, But the dewy eyes half opened 66 Mamma, God knows all the rest.” Oh the trusting, sweet confiding Of the child-heart! Would that I Thus might trust my heavenly Father, Him who hears my feeblest cry! 12. THE BOY AND THE ANGEL. MORNING, evening, noon, and night, "Praise God!" sang. Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, He stopped, and sang, "Praise God!" Were praising God the Pope's great way. This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome Praises God from Peter's dome." Night passed, day shone, And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway; God said in heaven, "Nor day nor night Spread his wings, and sank to earth; Lived there, and played the craftsman well; And ever o'er the trade he bent, New worlds that from my footstool go; I miss my little human praise." Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings; off fell With his holy vestments dight, And all his past career Came back upon him clear, Since when, a boy, he plied his trade, Vain was thy dream for many a year: Go back, and praise again The early way, while I remain. With that weak voice which we disdain, Back to the cell and poor employ; Become the craftsman and the boy!" Theocrite grew old at home: They sought the good God side by side. R. Browning. |