September 3

In the shadow of Thy wings will I rejoice.

THE SINGING HEART.

THOU Heart! why dost thou lift thy voice? The birds are mute; the skies are dark;

Nor doth a living thing rejoice; Nor doth a living creature hark; Yet thou art singing in the dark.

How small thou art; how poor and frail; Thy prime is past; thy friends are chill; Yet as thou hadst not any ail Throughout the storm thou liftest still A praise the winter cannot chill.

Then sang that happy Heart reply: "God lives, God loves, and hears me sing; How warm, how safe, how glad am I, In shelter 'neath His spreading wing, And then I cannot choose but sing."

DANSKE CAROLINA DANDRIDGE

THE CATHOLIC CHURCH