O Thou, who in Thy greatness holds the planets on their way, and in Thy providence guides the sparrow's flight, and in Thy tenderness marks the sparrow's fall, may we not be blind to Thy foot-prints in the events of every day, but see them guiding our way and feel more and more Thy love. Father, we ask not for great things, but we ask Thee to help us in the little needs and longings that fill our every day, to be the strength of our every endeavor, that in our daily walk, we may feel that the earth is warm with life and joy, that the air is full of strength, that there comes to us from every side some message, sweet and tender, if only we can be patient, trustful, believing that all things work together for good to them who seek to do Thy will Amen. JOSHUA YOUNG. June 5 _And do not fear to hope. Can poet's brain More than the Father's heart rich good invent? Each time we smell the autumn's dying scent, We know the primrose time will come again; Not more we hope, nor less would soothe our pain. Be bounteous in our faith, for not misspent Is confidence unto the Father lent: Thy need is sown and rooted for his rain, His thoughts are as thine own; nor are his ways Other than thine, but by their loftier sense Of beauty infinite and love intense. Work on! One day, beyond all thought of praise A sunny joy will crown thee with its rays; Nor other than thy need, thy recompense._ GEORGE MACDONALD. Our Father, in the gratitude of loved and loving children we thank Thee for life and all the faith and hope and love Thy goodness has awakened in our souls. For the splendors of the world and the greater splendor of the mind radiant with Thy love, we bow in rapture and adoration. Overwhelmed at times by the mysteries and vicissitudes of life, we will trust Thy will to lead us out of darkness into the light of Thine informing spirit of truth and wisdom. Conscious of our weakness and needs, we rejoice that strength and supply are assured to us in the permanence of Thy Fatherhood. Lead us more and ever more to realize that in Thee we live and move and have our being. Amen. RICHMOND FISK. June 6 _When a feller goes a-huntin' for a rose He shouldn't be a-thinkin' of the thorn; He must woo it, he must win it-- Where his heart beats he must pin it An' breathe the breath that's in it Every morn!_ _When a feller goes a-huntin' for a rose He shouldn't see the thorn beneath its breast, But for all its thorny foes. Red and reckless,--one poor rose Is sweet enough, God knows, For the best._ FRANK L. STANTON.