My father loves me. My mother loves me. God loves me. God is my Father. God loves me. I love God. "God is love."--_I John 4:8_. "We love him because he first loved us."--_I John 4:19_. "Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us that we should be called the sons of God."--_I John 3:1_. {32} a gives all have home I have a home. I have a father. I have a mother. God gives me my father. God gives me my mother. God gives me my home. God gives me all I have. "Every good gift, and every perfect gift, is from above and cometh down from the Father."--_James 1:17_. "Give us this day our daily bread."--_Matt. 6:11_. {33}{34} [Illustration] A QUIET AFTERNOON IN THE UPLAND PASTURES "Go out in the springtime among the meadows that slope from the shores of the Swiss lakes to the roots of their lower mountains There, mingled with the taller gentians and the white narcissus, the grass grows deep and free; and as you follow the winding mountain paths, beneath arching boughs, all veiled and dim with blossom--paths that forever droop and rise over the green banks and mounds sweeping down in scented undulation, steep to the blue water, studded here and there with new mown heaps, filling all the air with fainter sweetness,--look up toward the higher hills, where the waves of everlasting green roll into their long inlets among the shadows of the pines: and we may perhaps at last know the meaning of those quiet words of the 147th Psalm, 'He maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.'"--_John Ruskin_ [End illustration] {35} see the grass makes grow green See the grass. I see the grass. The grass grows. The grass is green. I see the green grass. God makes the grass. God makes the grass grow. God makes the green grass grow. "He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass, As showers that water the earth."--_Psalms 72:6_. {36} flower lily white rose red you I see a flower. The flower is a lily. The lily is white. I see a rose. The rose is red. I have a lily and a rose. I love the lily and the rose. Have you a flower? I have a white flower. God loves the flowers and makes them grow. "Consider the lilies, how they grow. They toil not neither do they spin."--_Matthew 6:28_. {37}{38} [Illustration] RESTING BENEATH THE TREES By Corot (1796-1875) Jean Baptiste Camille Corot was a famous painter of landscapes. He was born at Paris, and while his work was not at first appreciated he is now recognized as one of the greatest of the French school. "The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication. . . ."