We each have a work for our brother to do.
“His keeper,” God made us to be.
O! then to our trust let us ever be true
As we sail over life’s stormy sea.
PANSIES.
Pansies! pansies! what can compare
With your varied colors so rich and rare?
Beautiful flower—in thee I trace
The features of the human face.
And when I look into thine eyes,