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And caught their perfume in the summer air. 

 And tlien I thought each behig He has made — 

 In whatsoever guise they are arrayed — 

 Some portion of divine love are possessed, 

 And His sweet flowers can make it manifest. 



Our homes to-day may be like gardens fair 

 With nought that is unlovely growing there; 

 Or yet perhaps they tarnished are, by sin 

 "With weeds of error ever creeping in. 

 Let us, dear friends, exert the utmost care 

 That nothing ever thrive that is not pure and fair. 

 So when the Master walks in cool of day 

 We need not fear and hide ourselves away. 



Mothers, how oft you've trained the liousehold vine 

 That gracefully about your homes entwines — 

 How oft in gardens fair the beauteous rose 

 More sweet and lovely by your guidance grows; 

 And lilies fair in all their purity 

 Grow fairer still beneath your watchful eye. 

 And yet in these fair homes of yours to-day — 

 When you may turn from outside scenes away — 

 And when those little arms in tenderness 

 Cling round your neck with their sweet child caress, 

 A rose, more sweeter far than earthly garden flower, 

 A lily, fairer than e'er those in Eden's bower, 

 This earnest, toiling life work beautifies. 

 And makes your home an earthly paradise. 

 May you have grace to guide with loving care, 

 Until they bloom in Heavenly gardens fair. 



This exercise closed the evening's programme, and the annual 

 winter meeting ; although foi* a half hour afterward most of the 

 audience remained in the hall and spent the time in social inter- 

 course. All pronounced the meeting a very successful one, the sev- 

 eral papers and discussions having contributed largely to promote 

 the objects, and help carry forward the work of the Society. 



