Renewal Of Strength. 33

And over the shadows of my life Stole the light of a peace divine.

Oh! then my task was a sacred thing, How precious it grew in my eyes! 'Twas mine to gather the bruised grain For the "Lord of Paradise."

And when the reapers shall lay their grain On the floors of golden light, I feel that mine with its broken sheaves Shall be precious in His sight.

Though thorns may often pierce my feet, And the shadows still abide, The mists will vanish before His smile, There will be light at eventide.

RENEWAL OF STRENGTH.

The prison-house in which I live Is falling to decay, But God renews my spirit's strength, Within these walls of clay.

34 JAMIE'S PUZZLE.

For me a dimness slowly creeps Around earth's fairest light, But heaven grows clearer to my view, And fairer to my sight.

It may be earth's sweet harmonies Are duller to my ear, But music from my Father's house Begins to float more near.

Then let the pillars of my home Crumble and fall away; Lo, God's dear love within my soul Renews it day by day.

JAMIE'S PUZZLE.

There was grief within our household Because of a vacant chair. Our mother, so loved and precious, No longer was sitting there.