King Simon he was a rich man, in land and silver and gold. In sheep and cattle and wealth untold. He also worshiped Jehovah; this was that king Simon in the days of old. Every year he came to Zion to sacrifice--his cattle all arrayed in the finest of gold. Great respect he had for Jehovah, moving on in the laws of light in the things he was told. He said to his bearers at dawn, "Let us arise and away. There is a sacrifice in Zion and I want to be there to pray." Perhaps he will respect these mites of ours before his altar we convey. There was sorrow in Zion, the heavens were all faded and gray. Jehovah had hid his face from the children of the world, and taken his spirit away. His son, assailed with their wrath, sang beneath the diheftie in the gates of the city that day. They cried, "yonder comes that Nigger in his silken chariot of gold. Come down you king, or we will crucify you and your fold." But tears of sorrow for one among man, only revealed the thoughts of his soul. He picked up the diheftie and away, and laid it down on Calvary, Then said to his bearers, "Send those sheep and cattle away--in the wilds let them go free. For Jehovah's own son in this city of tears has ended such things for me." A High Praise Some one is watching over the earth that is still; some one rules over the fringed hills. O you wonders of life praise him who rules over our changing wills. I watched those stars in the distances; there are some that falter and fall. I see them glitter for an instant through the azure ways, and are not found at all. Does the soul have need of things? Come, then, and ask of me. I will tell you where the fallen stars are found--in the treasure of the prince of Galilee. The brilliant stars of a billion lights are seen to fade and pass away, as they wander through the haze of gray. Out of the darkness of the night into the light of day. Who is that glittering above Eden's light, with the prayers of the saints scattering the night? Changing the stars in their courses so bright; teaching the speeding sun to shed his light. Whatever the soul desires that shall it ask of me. I, who arose from the dead on Calvary. Holding the earth in its place aright; ruling the seas with his powerful might. O you transcities on the hills of white; for thee changing the time into days and nights. If the soul shall cry, the prince shall hear the Lord whose high spirit is always near. He cares for you as a father would; as a chickadee in the garden protects her brood. Who is he that holds creation in its perfect mood? He is almighty, yet you can help him; you can if you would.