"Wherever I fly from my own dear nest,
I always come back, for home is the best."
THE LITTLE GIRL WITH THE LIGHT
MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER
We can never dwell in shadows
If our souls are full of light.
Let the brightness of our being
Make the whole wide world as bright
"Jesus bids us shine for all around.
Many kinds of darkness in this world are found.
There's sin and want and sorrow, so we must shine,
You in your small corner, I in mine."
S.S. Hymn.
There once lived a little maiden to whom God had given a wonderful light, which made her whole life bright.
When she was a wee baby it shone on her face in a beautiful smile, and her mother cried:—
"See! the angels have been kissing her!" And when she grew older it lighted up her eyes like sunshine, and gleamed on her forehead like a star.
All lovely things that loved light, loved her. The soft-cooing pigeons came at her call. The roses climbed up to her windows to peep at her, and the birds of the air, and the butterflies, that looked like enchanted sunbeams, would circle about her head.