Along the noisy city ways And in this rattling city car, On this th! dreartest of days, Përploxed with business fret and Ja, When Buddenly a young, sweet face Lookud on my petulance and pain And lont n aometbiag of its grace And clinrmed it into peace again. The day was just as bleak without. My neighbors Just as cold within, And truth was just as full of doubt, The world was just as full of sin But in the light of that young smile The world grew pure, the heart grew warm, And sunshine gleamed a little while Across the darkness of the storm 1 did not care to seek her name, I only said, "God bless thy life, Thy Bweet young grace be still the same, Or happy inaid or happy wifn. " iötXS.