Sabbath Reading

The Harvest Slieaf'. Therc's a lonely Bheaf in the harvest field That wearj hands have bound. And lelt tor niany a day and night Alone on the Ktony ground. Some f&red heart must hare vainly looked For ;i harvest of peace and love, To gatjjer at laxt bvrt the hopea thut dicd 'Ndith tho clouds which gathered abovo. All over the world there are harves't fields, And in somt: the reapers are gay: In others the kowctk with tear blind eyes Turn eni]ity-handed away. Oli. nummer, why scatter thy Hunbcams bright Only for sói&e wlro bow, AVhile there are hearts wnere the graina ol joy Are BtrugRliJiL.' throuiih clouds to (trow ! But the hnifly sheaf in the harvcsi field, That sume weary hand hae bound. Will Btanrt through shadow and cloud and rain Alone on tho rugged ground, Till th' patleot snwer hiniscir grows ripo For the liarvest of heaveri above, And is gathered home hy the Fatlier's hand And saved by the Fatlier's love.