“What means this badge?” said her father, Whom we had tried to save; Who said, when we told her story, “Don’t put it in the grave.” We took the badge from her bosom And laid it on a chair; And men by drink deluded Knelt by that badge in prayer. And vowed in that hour of sorrow From drink they would abstain; And this little badge became the wedge Which broke their galling chain. And lifted the gloomy shadows That overspread my life, And flooding my home with gladness, Made me a happy wife. And this is why this scrap of blue Is precious in my sight; It changed my sad and gloomy home From darkness into light. Footnote 1: The Temperance Band. THE SPARROW’S FALL. Too frail to soar—a feeble thing— It fell to earth with fluttering wing; But God, who watches over all, Beheld that little sparrow’s fall. ’Twas not a bird with plumage gay, Filling the air with its morning lay; ’Twas not an eagle bold and strong, Borne on the tempest’s wing along. Only a brown and wee-some thing, With drooping head and listless wing; It could not drift beyond His sight Who marshals the splendid stars of night. Its dying chirp fell on His ears, Who tunes the music of the spheres, Who hears the hungry lion’s call, And spreads a table for us all. Its mission of song at last is done, No more will it greet the rising sun; That tiny bird has found a rest More calm than its mother’s downy breast. Oh, restless heart, learn thou to trust In God, so tender, strong and just; In whose love and mercy everywhere His humblest children have a share. If in love He numbers ev’ry hair, Whether the strands be dark or fair, Shall we not learn to calmly rest, Like children, on our Father’s breast? GOD BLESS OUR NATIVE LAND. God bless our native land, Land of the newly free, Oh may she ever stand For truth and liberty. God bless our native land, Where sleep our kindred dead, Let peace at thy command Above their graves be shed.