Then I thought, as each tiny snowflake,
Drifts at last to the place of its rest,
So, sometime, will each of earth’s children,
Find the work and the place that is best.
THE SABBATH BELL.
Ding dong! ding dong!
Rings the bell from out the steeple.
Ding dong! ding dong! see the people,
As the bell
With its swell