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OUR life is a keyboard. The Master's fingers will sweep over it, and a weary world will catch notes of melody as we pass along. The life that is in tune with God is keyed to the note of love.

-J. R. Miller.

HEART

MELODIES

LIFE'S MELODY

UR lives are songs;

OUR

God writes the words,

And we set them to music at leisure; And the song is sad, or the song is glad, As we choose to fashion the measure.

We must write the song,

Whatever the words,

Whatever the rhyme or meter, And if it is sad we must make it glad, And if sweet we must make it sweeter.

HE inner side of every cloud

THE

Is bright and shining,

I therefore turn my clouds about,
And always wear them inside out

To show the lining.

"Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance." PSALM 32:7.

WHY "songs of deliverance"?

of deliverance"? Why not

"" "deliverance itself? Because the best way to deliver a man from calamity is to put a song in his heart. There are some who sink under their calamity, and there are some who swim through it. I think you will find that the difference between these lies in the comparative amount of their previous cheer. The balance generally turns on the hearing or not hearing of yesterday's song. They who have the song already in their heart pass over the Red Sea; they who have heard no previous music are submerged in the wave. George Matheson.

SOMETIMES the storm is dark above,

Sometimes the rain is chilling;

And not a bird in all the tree

His merry note is trilling;
Yet in spite of dreary weather,
Sing my heart and I together:
"Clouds may hide the radiant skies,

Yet the sunshine never dies! ”

IF your religion does not make you cheerful, you

have not the right sort.

- Epworth Herald.

THERE is ever a song somewhere, my dear,
There is ever a something sings alway
There's the song of the lark when the skies are
clear,

And a song of the thrush when the skies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain,

And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree;
And in and out when the eaves drip rain,
The swallows are twittering ceaselessly.
There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,
Be the skies above or dark or fair,
There is ever a song that our hearts
There is ever a song somewhere, my dear
may
There is ever a song somewhere!

hear

-James Whitcomb Riley.

SING on, O redbreast, thy brave strain;
Sing on till sunshine conquer rain,
Till gladness conquer all thy pain.

- Grace L. Robinson.

I WILL be free as the rushing air,
And sing of sunshine everywhere!