WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND

'HO has seen the wind?

WHO

Neither I nor you;

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I.

But when the trees bow down their heads

The wind is passing by.

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.

A LESSON OF MERCY

A BOY named Peter

Found once in the road

All harmless and helpless,
A poor little toad;

And ran to his playmate,

And all out of breath

Cried, "John, come and help, And we'll stone him to death!"

And picking up stones,

The two went on a run,

Saying, one to the other,

"Oh, won't we have fun?"

Thus primed and all ready,
They'd got nearly back,
When a donkey came

Dragging a cart on the track.

Now the cart was as much
As the donkey could draw,
And he came with his head
Hanging down; so he saw,

ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL

ALL things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful— The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings-
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The morning and the sunset
That lighteth up the sky;

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden—
He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips, that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who hath made all things well.

JOHN KEBLE.