So as the rose—
Though fading on the stem—
Awakes to blush when morning's lustrous gem
Upon it glows;—
May we awake,
Soothed by Thy priceless balm,
To chant with grateful hearts our morning psalm,
And blessings take.
Or let it be,
That where the palm trees rise,
And crystal streams flow, we uplift our eyes
To Thee!—to Thee!
THE STRENUOUS LIFE
SILAS X. FLOYD
They were having a rough-and-tumble time of it and Pansy was getting some pretty hard blows. She took them all good-naturedly, nevertheless, and tried to give as good as she received, much to the delight of her little boy friends. A lady who was standing near, afraid for the little girl, chided the boys and said:
"You shouldn't handle Pansy so roughly—you might hurt her."
And then Pansy looked up in sweet surprise and said with amusing seriousness: