There is a Heart, there is a Hand, we feel but cannot see; We've always been provided for, and we shall always be!" He kissed the calm and trustful face; gone was his restless pain; She heard him, with a cheerful step, go whistling down the lane ; And when about her household task, full of a glad content, Singing to time her busy hands as to and fro she went "There is a Heart, there is a Hand, we feel but cannot see; We've always been provided for, and we shall always be!" Days come and go-'twas Christmas-tide, and the great fire burned clear: The farmer said, "Dear wife, it's been a good and happy year; The fruit was gain, the surplus corn has bought the hay, you know." She lifted then a smiling face, and said, "I told you so; For there's a Heart and there's a Hand, we feel but cannot see; We've always been provided for, and we shall always be!" "FRIENDS' REVIEW." LEAN HARD. CHILD of My love, "Lean hard,” And let Me feel the pressure of thy care. Made no proportion Of its weight to thy unaided strength, For even as I laid it on, I said, “I shall be near, and while she leans on Me, This burden shall be Mine, not hers; So shall I keep My child within the circling arms The government of worlds. I would embrace thy care, So might I feel My child reposing on My breast. Thou lovest Me? I know it doubt not, then, By loving Me, “Lean hard." TINY TOKENS. The murmur of a waterfall A mile away, The rustle when a robin lights The lapping of a lowland stream The sound of grazing from a herd Of gentle cows, The echo from a wooded hill Of cuckoo's call, The quiver through the meadow grass Too subtle are these harmonies Such music is not understood But when the brain is overwrought Beyond all human skill and power, The memory of a kindly word The fragrance of a fading flower The gleaming of a sudden smile The warmer pressure of the hand, The hush that means "I cannot speak,, The note that only bears a verse, Such tiny things we hardly count The givers deeming they have shown. But, when the heart is overwrought,. The power of such tiny things To make it well! F.R.H., of blessed memory.. (Slightly altered.) MISCHIEF MAKING. ONLY a tiny dropping From a tiny, hidden leak ; Only some trickling water, But it grows to a valley-slaughter, The wild flood once in motion, As well restrain the ocean Help with a free, pure pity, For your hands in this are clean, You did not watch the flowing What if you had? I leave it, A look of great affliction, As you tell what one told you, A story quite too meagre No doubt of explanation, If all was known, you see ; From Mrs. A. or B. Only some simple queries Passed on from tongue to tongue, Only a faint suggestion, Only a doubtful hint, Only a leading question, With a special tone or tint. Only a low "I wonder!" But the whisper grows to thunder, And a Christian life is blasted, For a scarcely guessed mistake! F.R.H. THE SPLENDOUR OF GOD'S WILL. IN the freshness of the springtime, In the beauty of the May, When the swift-winged breezes carolled, And the lambs were all at play, And the birds were blithe and busy, Upon her couch she lay, |