Missionary, Visitor, The (1907) . will come to us and say, Giveus that life. May we ever pray for that Spiritwithout which our souls would be asdead as the branch in which the sapcirculates not and shall be cast out asbarren and unfruitful. Weyers Cave, Va. TREASURE IN HEAVEN-. Every coin of earthly treasure We have lavished upon earthFor our simple worldly pleasure May be reckoned something worth;For the spending was not losing, Though the purchase was but small;It has perished with the using, We have had it—that is all. All the gold we leave behind us When we turn to dust again—Though our av
Missionary, Visitor, The (1907) . will come to us and say, Giveus that life. May we ever pray for that Spiritwithout which our souls would be asdead as the branch in which the sapcirculates not and shall be cast out asbarren and unfruitful. Weyers Cave, Va. TREASURE IN HEAVEN-. Every coin of earthly treasure We have lavished upon earthFor our simple worldly pleasure May be reckoned something worth;For the spending was not losing, Though the purchase was but small;It has perished with the using, We have had it—that is all. All the gold we leave behind us When we turn to dust again—Though our avarice may blind us— We have gathered quite in vain,Since we neither can direct it, By the winds of fortune tossed,Nor in other worlds expect it: What we hoarded we have lost. But each merciful oblation— Seed of pity wisely sown—What we gave in self-negation, We may safely call our own;For the treasure freely given Is the treasure that we hoard,Since the angels keep in heaven What was sent unto the Lord. —John G. THE CHILDREN OF A KING. One cold, wet day, our city mission-ary climbed the steps of a house he hadnot visited before. He had heard ofsome little ones up in the garret room,and his visit was for them. The stepswere very steep and very dark, and themissionary had to fumble about for thehandle of the door. He knocked, butthere was no answer, so he opened thecreaking door and walked in. Oh, please dont make such a noise,sir, said a sweet little voice; Youllwake the prince. You may imagine how astonished thevisitor was to hear of a prince in thathalf-lighted, bare room. Presently hesaw throught the dim light a little wood-en cradle, with a poor skin-and-bonesbaby in it, and at the foot of it a girlabout six years old anxiously rockingit to and fro. You see, the prince is very hungry,she said, an ef he wakes up hell hol-ler orful. Are you hungry, too, my child?asked the missionary. Yes, course; Im big, you see, ankin wait. The prince dont know boutmammy co
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