December 29

He desired life of Thee, and Thou gavest it him, even length of days for ever and ever.

HOW can I cease to pray for thee? Somewhere In God's great universe thou art to-day;

Can He not reach thee with His tender care?

Can He not hear me when for thee I pray?

What matters it to Him who holds within

The hollow of His hand all worlds, all space,

That thou hast done with earthly pain and sin?

Somewhere within His ken thou hast a place.

Somewhere thou livest and hast need of Him;

Somewhere thy soul sees higher heights to climb;

And somewhere still there may be valleys dim,

That thou must pass to reach the hills sublime.

Then all the more, because thou canst not hear

Poor human words of blessing, will I pray,

O true, brave heart! God bless thee, wheresoe'er

In His great universe thou art to-day!

JULIA

C. R.

DORR

THE HIDDEN JOY