Be noble-that is more than wealth;
Do right- that's more than place;
Then in the spirit there is health,
And gladness in the face;
Then thou art with thyself as one
And, no man hating, fearest none.

George Macdonald.

THE WEB OF LIFE

MY life, which was so straight and plain,

Has now become a tangled skein,

Yet God still holds the thread; Weave as I may, His hand doth guide The shuttle's course, however wide The chain in woof be wed.

One weary night, when months went by,
I plied my loom with tear and sigh,
In grief unnamed, untold;

But when at last the morning's light
Broke on my vision, fair and bright,
There gleamed a cloth of gold.

And now I never lose my trust,

Weave as

I

may

and weave I must

That God doth hold the thread;
He guides my shuttle on its way,
He makes complete my task each day;
What more, then, can be said?

WHAT though shadows rise to obscure life's

skies,

And hide for the time the sun;

They sooner will lift, and reveal the rift,

If

you let the melody run.

Kate R. Stiles.

IS

LIFE'S SILVER LINING

the road very dreary?

Patience yet!

Rest will be sweeter if thou art aweary;

And after the night cometh the morning cheery, Then bide a wee and dinna fret.

The clouds have a silver lining,
Don't forget;

And though he's hidden, still the sun is shining:
Courage! Instead of tears and sad repining,
Just bide a wee, and dinna fret.

Grief, sharper sting doth borrow

From regret;

But yesterday is and shall its sorrow

gone,

Unfit us for the present and the morrow?

Nay; bide a wee, and dinna fret.

-Anna Shipton.