O, how many rich homes where no child is given, Might be made, for poor orphans, an opening to Heaven! {337} And how many, poorer, might seem to be rich, With a benny or Bertha to fill up the niche That is left 'neath the hundreds of home-roofs all over. Which the Lord has designed some poor orphan shall cover; For He makes His home where His children are moored,-- And brings in His wealth where they live by His word; And the meal and the oil there shall never be spent;-- What we give to the poor, to the Lord we have lent. A baby to feed, is a baby to love, A child in the house, "a well-spring" from above,-- And never forsaken, and ne'er begging bread, Shall be those who take care that His lambs are well fed. {338} _THE HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE FAMILY._ Z I am always in a buzz, Though I'm never in a fret, But I'm ever with a zealot in his zeal; I am in the zephyr-breath, Yet with zest have often met The zero mark that brings the ice-man weal. Y I've to do with the yoke, but not with the ox; I help every priest in his prayer; I am new every year, and in four months appear, While I yield to the yeoman a share. X I live in a Lexicon, I mark half a score; I ride with a Mexican, In Texas, for lore, {339} W I am in every wing, yet I'm not in a dove; I wait in the swing to be tossed up above. I live in the woods, and I perch on the wall; I am in the wild waves, though I sail in a yawl. V I am mingled with your victuals, yet 'm never in your mouth; I always lead the van and must forever stem the wave; I grow in every gravel bed, East, West, or North, or South, And although I'm with the living, you will find me in the grave. U I live in the urn, but not in the vase, I always can run, but I never can race. I tumble and jump, but I can't hop nor skip; I hide in your mouth, but I ne'er touch your lip. T I'm doubled up in a patty-pan, Yet I never saw a pie; I hide in the boy's first pair of boots, Nor pass his mittens by. {340} S I am always in sadness, yet never know grief; Then, too, I'm in gladness, which gives me relief. I know not the ocean, but swim in the sea, And the stars and the sunshine were not, but for me. R I live at both ends of a river, My home is the center of art; I am found in both arrows and quiver Yet I quietly rest in your heart. Q I lead the queen, yet never walk Without you (u) at my heels; I laugh at every question queer, And joy in piggy's squeals. P I perch on every pepper-pod, I peer in every place; I prance with every palfrey gay, Yet never run nor race. {341} O