Through children now, to choose the better part,
And trustful follow Him immaculate.
Hark ye, to Christ’s own playful lambs astray,
Who reach the desert place and jungle deep;
From city slum, and far off mountain steep,
They call and plead for everlasting day—
Not bitter night, but some untrodden way,
No matter how they play, nor wide their sweep.
A LITTLE INDEX OF
THE COMING DAY
The loveliest sight on the coast I saw,