THE VISITOR.
HE'S curious, I do declare,"
Says puppy No. 1;
"I wonder if he comes to fight,
Or if he comes for fun."
"I don't see either fight or fun
In him," says No. 2;
"But if he once were sorely tried,
No knowing what he'd do."
"Oh! Oh!" says timid No. 3,
"I'd like to see my mother;
This visitor takes too much room,
I'll get behind my brother."
Myrtle
LIFE'S CHANGES.
To-DAY we may stand in the sunshine bright,
The dark clouds of sorrow be vailed from our
sight;
We can mingle our songs with the birds in the grove,
While nature seems breathing of gladness and love;
Our hearts are uplifted in reverent praise
To Him, our Creator, who knoweth our ways.
To-morrow, dark clouds the sky may o'erspread,
The God-given light from our spirits be fled;
Our songs be all hushed, the wild birds all flown,
And nature frown on us, bereft and alone;
In anguish our hearts feel the chastening rod,
Yet we'll bow to the will of our Father and God.
E. W. C.