. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. ight,—hand in hand our first parentsTo this Temple, came ever—to pray— And when finished their lo^v^ly orisons. They would walk through the bright temple hall, Never dreaming in their sinless beauty. That so soon, they would both of them fall. Adam fell! So the old story tells us. Then—this glorious temple of worthHad its walls rent in millions of pieces. Which were scattered broadcast, oer the earth. 100 Ay ARAB TRADITION 101 And thus we, from that day have been sinfulYet we think that witli time, and with care, We may gather a few of those jewels,That were
. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. ight,—hand in hand our first parentsTo this Temple, came ever—to pray— And when finished their lo^v^ly orisons. They would walk through the bright temple hall, Never dreaming in their sinless beauty. That so soon, they would both of them fall. Adam fell! So the old story tells us. Then—this glorious temple of worthHad its walls rent in millions of pieces. Which were scattered broadcast, oer the earth. 100 Ay ARAB TRADITION 101 And thus we, from that day have been sinfulYet we think that witli time, and with care, We may gather a few of those jewels,That were torn from that temple so fair. All ye lovers of gold and of Mammon, Who have thought that these jewels so bright Are for naught but your show, and your pleasure,Or to charm you and dazzle your sight— Let me tell you a secret, I know of— That these jewels so rich and so but tokens left here to remind us, Weve a temple in Eden somewhere. Adelaide C. of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, Oakland, A hidden act of charity sends an irresistible appeal to theCelestial Court of Benevolence.—A. A. ® Like a glorious Te Deum of thanksgiving rose the hymn ofNature to the throne of God; rose in strains of divine melody onthat first day, when all things were made good, and a newly createdworld stretched itself out, decked in its rich robes so fresh from theMakers hand. A perfection of beauty existed in all things, fromthe profusion of grasses and gay flowers that carpeted the fertilesoil, to the towering mountains, or the billows of the main. Andwhile loveliness smiled its thanks on the face of all created things,a thousand sounds blended into one harmonious whole, and ascendedto Heaven. On they chimed, and still they chimed in triumphantchorus, ever praising, ever glorifying the Almighty Power thatcalled them into being. For if Gods name is imprinted in tints of indelible beauty onall the works of the universe, then of whom do their voices sing,and
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