Beven yirs have passed.'my cUrllTig, Bince I aung tby baby-grace, Praising then the winsome beauty Of thy ''little serious face" - Seven years that have been laden Heavily for wearied men. Care and loss and bitter aorrow We have had to bear Bince then - Loss of those we loved and trusted, Care for worldly work and gain, Sorrow as our treasured fancies One by one prove false and vain Faith and slow-perfeoted patience, Peace that cometh after tears, Heaven's balm for earthly paiuing, Hath been gathered f rom thoae vears. But, for thee the glad Lif e-curren t Floweth on with cadenee sweet; will bear thee on, luy darliag, To where "brook and rivor meet." Beven bright years have öhed apon thoo Ajiril's sun and fiilver showers, Other seveu niay garuer for toee Summer's wealth of choicest Howers. fair is ChildhoodB happy vallev; 13ut the streamlet breaketh free, And with gathered force the river Jtusheth onward to the sea. In that voyage, O my loved one, Yliu shall steer thy rourse, and gui'ie Thy frail vessel o'er the breakerR To mid-ocean'n calmer tido? Only One in power above thee Can bofriend thee in Ihose days; To His keoping 1 who love thee Trnstfullv committliy wayR.