MY mother says a girl she knows
Whose face with love and kindness glows,
Who carries sunshine where she goes—
A darling human rose.
Another girl she knows well, too,
Who frets at all she has to do;
With sulky face she scowls at you,
While anger clouds her eyes of blue.
And all the time 'tis plain to see
From Mother's laughing face, that she
Means one of those two girls for me!
Now which, I wonder, can it be?
—A. G. PLYMPTON.
Serve the Lord with gladness.
—Psalm c. 2.