88 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW ; 



THE TWO STREAMS. 



O UT there are good as well as bad, 

 ■■-^ E'en in this wild and rattling day, 

 Heaven hath sentinels every age, 

 To point its pilgrims on their way. 



Midst sin and shame, some humble ones, 

 Unknown, unselfish, every thought, 



Whose secret prayers reach His throne, 

 Who have his ardent battles fought. 



There is a Christian type this day. 

 Same as was in the daj'^s of old. 



As high, as true, and noble too, 

 That ever watches o'er his fold. 



And these make up that gentle stream, 

 The stream that laves its placid banks, 



And but for these the world were lost, 

 For these let's give to God our thanks. 



To noisy world are often hid. 



Unpublished, all their work is done, 



In self-denial hold their creed. 

 And through faith is victory won. 



Not always in the pulpit found. 



Not ever in the church would seek, 

 Not midst the gay and social realms. 

 But rather mongst the low and meek. 



