For it ran through a life like a thread of gold,
And the life bore fruit—a hundred fold.
Only a word—but 'twas spoken in love,
With a whispered prayer to the Lord above;
And the angels in heaven rejoiced once more,
For a new-born soul "entered in by the door."
———
PAUL AT MELITA
Secure in his prophetic strength,
The water peril o'er,