POETRY FOR ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS.

PART II.

PART II.

SOME MURMUR.

SOME murmur, when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
If one small speck of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue.
And some with thankful love are fill'd
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God's good mercy gild
The darkness of the night.

In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
Why life is such a dreary task,
And all good things denied?
And hearts in poorest huts admire
How love has in their aid

(Love that not ever seems to tire)
Such rich provision made.

R. C. TRENCH.

WALK TO CHURCH.

"The path of the just is as the shining light, which shineth more and more unto the perfect day."

Now the holy hour is nigh,

Seek we out the holy ground;

Overhead the breezy sky,

Rustling woodlands all around:

Fragrant steams from oak-leaves sere,
Peat and moss and whortles green,
Dews that yet are glistening clear
Through their brown or briery screen.

Ilie we through the autumnal wood,
Pausing where the echoes dwell,
Boys, or men of boyish mood,
Trying how afar they swell.
Haply down some opening glade
Under the old grey tower we see,
Underneath whose solemn shade
Jesus risen hath sworn to be.

He hath sworn, for there will meet
Two or three in His great name,
Waiting till their incense sweet
Feel His heaven-descended flame.
Day by day that old grey tower
Tells its tale, and week by week
In their tranquil hoary bower,

To the unlearn'd its shadows speak.

KEBLE

THE BOY WITH THE FIVE LOAVES.

"If thou hast little, do thy diligence gladly to give of that little

What time the Saviour spread His feast
For thousands on the mountain's side,

One of the last and least

The abundant store supplied.

Haply the wonders to behold,

A boy, 'mid other boys he came,
A lamb of Jesus' fold,

Though now unknown by name.