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,