January 20

Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters.—ISA. xxxii, 20.

Sow ye beside all waters,

Where the dew of heaven may fall;

Ye shall reap, if ye be not weary,

For the Spirit breathes o'er all.

Sow though the thorns may wound thee,

One wore the thorns for thee;

And though the cold world scorn thee,

Patient and hopeful be.

Sow ye beside all waters,

With a blessing and a prayer;

Name Him whose hand upholds thee,

And sow thou everywhere.

LYRA ANGLICANA.

"It is not the things we have done here,

But the things we have left undone

That will give us a bitter heartache

At the setting of the sun!"

The work of the Sower is given to each of us in this world, and we fall short of our duty when we let those with whom we are brought in contact leave us without having given them a kind thought, or pious impression. Nothing is so sad as the cry, "I am use- less!" happily none need ever be so. A kind word, a gentle act, a modest demeanor, a loving smile, are as so many seeds that we can scatter every moment of our lives, and which will always spring up and bear fruit. Happy are those, who have many around them . . . they are rich in opportunities, and may sow plen- teously. Gold Dust.