Such heautifiil tilings in the heart of the ivoods, 

 Flowers and ferns, and the soft green moss ; 

 Such love of the birds in the solitudes, 

 Where siuift ivings glance, and the tree-tops toss ; 

 Spaces of silence, siuept with song. 

 Which nobody hears but the God above ; 

 Spaces where myriad creatures throng, 

 Sunning themselves in His guardian love. 



Margaret E. Sai^gster. 



