A beautiful meaning these words enfold;
They seem to run like a thread of gold
On some wonderful work of art enscrolled.
The refiner watcheth with greatest care,
All silent, still, as a voiceless prayer;
And whether the work be swift or slow,
He waiteth, he watcheth, the test to show,
Till his likeness shines from the molten glow;
But when his face in the silver glows,
His work is over, the test may close!
O Master! thou watchest, line by line,
O wonderful patience of Love divine-
Till Thy likeness shows in this life of mine!
ELIZABETH R. GEORGE.

O Thou who art unseen, yet ever near each one of us, we come to Thee asking Thy blessing and benediction on all our lives. We thank Thee for the Sabbath, a day that has been made sacred by dear associations and tender memories, the day when in a special sense we can feel that Thou art near. Breathe into our lives the spirit of prayer and true devotion. May we ever turn to Thee in love and heartfelt devotion. We pray that we may learn how to serve Thee better, and may worship Thee in spirit and in truth. Accept our worship and our prayers and consecrate us anew to Thy service. Amen.

FLORENCE N. SAWTELLE.

Be still in God! Who rests on Him
Enduring peace shall know,
And with a spirit fresh and free
Through life shall cheerly go.
Be still in faith! forbear to seek
Where seeking naught avails;
Unfold thy soul to that pure light
From heaven which never fails.

JULIUS STURM.

Dear Lord, kind Lord,

Gracious Lord, I pray

Thou wilt look on all I love

Tenderly to-day!

Weed their hearts of weariness;

Scatter every care

Down a wake of angel wings

Winnowing the air.

Bring unto the sorrowing,

All release from pain;

Let the lips of Laughter
Overflow again.

And with all the needy

O divide, I pray,

This vast treasure of content

That is mine to-day! Amen.

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.

What is thy faith who sayest, “I believe
In God the Father," and yet livest not
As if God were, and were thy Father too?
On such a faith no shadow of fear could fall,
No burden of anxiety could weigh,
No petty passions press disquieting.
The love of God is like an atmosphere
Embracing all things, like a boundless sea
Upbuoying all things; none who trusts himself,
Serene in His sustaining strength, can sink,
Feeling beneath the everlasting arms;
Feeling above the brooding wings of Love.

HERBERT H. YEAMES.

O God, within, so close to me
That every thought is plain,
Be judge, be friend, be Father still,

And in Thy heaven reign!

Thy heaven is mine,

my very soul!

Thy words are sweet and strong,
They fill my inward silences

With music and with song.

WILLIAM CHANNING GANNETT.

Amen.

If I were asked what I believe, I could not help but say, The gentle and the simple creeds of boyhood's yesterday; The tender faith in Bible things, the truth, the way, the right,

The Golden Rule to live one's life according to the light; And everywhere the thought of God, that we are everywhere

The children of one Father's love and of His heavenly

If I were asked what I believe, I'd have to say, as then, A simpler faith in God's commands, a manlier trust 'mong men,

A clear and more abiding course t'ward that which men might call

The straight-out-from-the-shoulder faith of Peter and of Paul;

The teachings, most of all, that came to us in Sunday

School,

Way back in little childhood's land, the land of Golden Rule.

FOLGER MCKINSEY.

We may articulate no creed, nor put into logical form no words to formulate our faith, our Father, yet under the magic spell of memory we thank Thee that we are carried back to childhood's altar fires. By what route we came to faith we do not know, nor when; nor would we seek to analyze. Enough that in our hearts the thought of God was born. O Father, let it stay and grow. Amen.

GEORGE L. PERIN.

All roads that lead to God are good;
What matters it, your faith or mine?
Both centre at the goal divine
Of Love's eternal brotherhood.

The kindly life in house or street;

The life of prayer, the mystic rite;
The student's search for truth and light;
These paths at one great function meet.

What matters that one found his Christ
In rising sun or burning fire,
If faith within him did not tire?
His longing for the truth sufficed.

A thousand creeds have come and gone;
But what is that to you or me?
Creeds are but branches of a tree
The root of love lives on and on.

Though branch by branch proves withered wood The root is warm with precious wine:

Then keep your faith and leave me mine; All roads that lead to God are good.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.

Save us, World-Spirit, from our lesser selves!

Grant us that war and hatred cease,

Reveal our souls in every race and hue !
Help us, O Human God, in this Thy Truce
To make Humanity divine!

W. E. BURGHARDT DU BOIs.