August 25

Nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness.

SOME, in their sorrow, may not know How near their feet those waters glide—

How peaceful fruits for healing grow,

And flowers for beauty by their side.

They may not see, with weeping eyes

Upon the dreary desert bent,

How glorious straight before them lies

The Eden of their soul's content.

But, O my Saviour, I can see

For them, what once for me was seen;

I know, whate'er their sufferings be,

The tender mercy which they mean.

I do not watch, with anxious care,

To see the end of their distress—

Thou knowest what the heart must bear,

The human heart which Thou wilt bless.

A. L.

WARING

MEMORY AND HOPE