98 OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 
In his trill delicious 
Summer overflows— 
Whiteness of the lily, 
Sweetness of the rose. 
Pilgrim of the treetops, 
Burdened with a song 
That he drops among us 
As he flies along. 
Promises and blessings 
Scattered at our feet, 
Till we sing together, 
“Oh, but life is sweet!’ 
Waft us down faith’s message 
From behind the sky, 
Till our aspirations 
With thee sing and fly! 
‘“‘ God is good forever! 
Nothing shall go wrong!”’ 
Sunshine set to music— 
Tis the sparrow’s song. 
The following selections were read by different 
members of the class: 
-THE SONG SPARROW. 
BY EDWARD W. THOMPSON. 
When plowman ridge the steamy brown, 
And yearning meadows spread to green, 
And all the spires and towers of town, 
Blent soft with wavering mists are seen; 
When quickened woods in freshening hue 
