E. W. LUTTERMAN. November 2 _The bird, let loose in Eastern skies, When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way._ _So grant me, God, from every care, And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee! No sin to cloud--no lure to stay My soul, as home she springs;-- Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom in her wings!_ THOMAS MOORE. O God, who art both life and truth, the Author of our being and the light which lighteneth all, the source of our soul's life, and the goal towards which we strive, as cleaves the lark at dawn the heavenly blue, so may our souls be freed from sense, whose music siren-like would seek to draw us from our flight to Thee. As that same bird rejoices in the morning light, and sounds its note of praise, so may our souls be tuned to heavenly symphonies, and may the sunshine of Thy love, resplendent in secure omnipotence, give glad assurance to our hearts, nor cease to guide our way, until we reach that central orb, our soul's true home, and find eternal rest in Thee. Amen. ALBERT B. SHIELDS. November 3 _There is ever a song somewhere, my dear; There is ever a something sings alway: There's the song of the lark when the skies are clear And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray, The sunshine showers across the grain, And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves drip rain, The swallows art twittering ceaselessly._ _There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair, There is ever a song that our hearts may hear-- There is ever a song somewhere, my dear-- There is ever a song somewhere!_ JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. O God, the Giver of all harmony and joy, before whom the morning stars sang together, by Whom the voice of the sparrow is heard, we thank Thee that we may serve Thee with gladness and come before Thy presence with singing. Put Thy new song into our mouths and help us to render the acceptable praises of the upright and pure in heart. Help us to love all Thy creatures and to delight in the songs Thou hast taught them. Especially enable us to bless our brother men, to hush their sighing and swell their singing, to strengthen the chorus of joy and praise with which Thou hast ordained the world shall be filled. We ask with confidence because we know Thy love. Amen. J. FRANCIS COOPER. November 4