Yea, in all our work and worship, in our quiet, in our strife, In the daily, busy handwork, in the soul's most ardent life, Each may read his own true meaning of the Saying deep and high, "Raise the stone and thou shalt find Me, cleave the wood and there am I." --Mrs. Henry B. Smith. He's true to God, who's true to man; wherever wrong is done, To the humblest and the weakest, 'neath the all-beholding sun, That wrong is also done to us; and they are slaves most base Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race. --James Russell Lowell. HER CREED She stood before a chosen few, With modest air and eyes of blue; A gentle creature, in whose face Were mingled tenderness and grace. "You wish to join our fold," they said; "Do you believe in all that's read From ritual and written creed, Essential to our human need?" A troubled look was in her eyes; She answered, as in vague surprise, As though the sense to her were dim. "I only strive to follow Him." They knew her life, how oft she stood, Pure in her guileless maidenhood, By dying bed, in hovel lone, Whose sorrow she had made her own. Oft had her voice in prayer been heard, Sweet as the note of any bird; Her hand been open in distress; Her joy to brighten and to bless. Yet still she answered, when they sought To know her inmost, earnest thought, With look as of the seraphim "I only strive to follow Him." --Sarah Knowles Bolton. WAKING THOUGHTS Another day God gives me, pure and white. How can I make it holy in his sight? Small means have I and but a narrow sphere, Yet work is round me, for he placed me here. How can I serve thee, Lord? Open mine eyes; Show me the duty that around me lies. "The house is small, but human hearts are there, And for this day at least beneath thy care. Someone is sad--then speak a word of cheer; Someone is lonely--make him welcome here; Someone has failed--protect him from despair; Someone is poor--there's something you can spare! "Thine own heart's sorrow mention but in prayer, And carry sunshine with thee everywhere. The little duties do with all thine heart And from things sordid keep a mind apart; Then sleep, my child, and take a well-earned rest, In blessing others thou thyself art blest!" LONELY SERVICE