Little drops of rain

Bring the springing flowers;

And I may attain

Much by little powers.

Every little mite,

Every little measure, Helps to spread the light,

Helps to swell the treasure.

God entrusts to all,

Talents few or many; None so young and small That they have not any.

ON PRAYER.-P. M.

Go when the morning shineth;
Go when the noon is bright;
Go when the eve declineth ;
Go in the hush of night:
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thoughts away,
And in thy chamber, kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee,
Pray, too, for those that hate thee,
If any such there be :
Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim.
And link with each petition
The great Redeemer's name.

Or if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way;
E'en then the silent breathing
Of a spirit raised above,
Will reach His throne of glory,
Who is mercy, truth, and love.

Oh! not a joy or blessing

With this can we compare,
The power that He has given us
To pour our souls in prayer.
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before His footstool fall,
And remember in thy gladness,
His grace who gave thee all.

GRACE BEFORE A MEAL.

Great God, we praise Thy gracious care,
Which does our daily bread prepare;
Oh, bless the earthly food we take,

And feed our soul's for Jesus' sake. W.F.L.

LINES

Written by a Lady in vindication of her zeal in the Temperance cause.

Go, feel what I have felt,

Go, bear what I have borne-
Sink 'neath the blow a father dealt,

And the cold world's proud scorn;
Thus struggle on from year to year,
Thy sole relief-the scalding tear.

Go, weep as I have wept,

O'er a loved father's fall;

See every cherished promise swept-
Youth's sweetness turned to gall;

Hopes faded flowers, strewed all the way,
That led me up to woman's day,

Go, kneel as I have knelt,

Implore, beseech, and pray;

Strive the besotted heart to melt,

Its downward course to stay;
Be cast with bitter curse aside,
Thy prayers burlesqued, thy tears defied!

Go, stand where I have stood,

And see the strong man bow,

With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood, And cold and livid brow;

Go, catch his wandering glance, and see There mirror'd, his soul's misery.

Go, hear what I have heard,

The sobs of sad despair,

As memory feeling's founts have stirred,
And its revealings there

Have told him what he might have been,
Had he the drunkard's fate foreseen.

Go, to thy mother's side,

And her crushed spirit cheer;

Thine own deep anguish hide,

Wipe from her cheek the tear;
Mark her dimm'd eye, her furrowed brow,
The grey that streaks her dark hair now,
Her toil-worn frame, her trembling limb,
And trace the ruin back to him,
Whose plighted faith, in early youth,
Promised eternal love and truth!
But who, forsworn, hath yielded up
His promise to the deadly cup;

And led her down from love and light,
From all that made her pathway bright!
And chained her there, 'mid want and strife,
That lowly thing a drunkard's wife!

And stamped on childhood's brow so mild,
That withering blight, a drunkard's child!

GOD OUR HEAVENLY FATHER.
God is in heaven! Can He hear

A little prayer like mine?

Yes, thoughtful child, thou need'st not fear, He listeneth to thine.

God is in heaven! Can He see
When I am doing wrong?

Yes, that He can; He looks at thee
All day and all night long.

God is in heaven! Would He know,
If I should tell a lie?

Yes; though thou said'st it very low,
He'd hear it in the sky.

God is in heaven! Does He care,
Or is He good to me?

Yes; all thou hast to eat or wear,
'Tis God that gives it thee.

God is in heaven! May I pray
To go there when I die?
Yes; love Him, seek Him, and one day
He'll call thee to the sky.

GOD EVERYWHERE.-L. M.

God made the world-in every land
His love and power abound:
All are protected by His hand,
As well as British ground.

The Indian hut, the English cot,
Alike His care must own;

Though savage nations know Him not,
But worship wood and stone.