SUNDAY READING.

Thames Star, Volume LVII, Issue 15127, 18 February 1922, Page 2

SUNDAY READING.

the tempest stilled. Across the Galilean sea The tempest 'swept, •- While wearing in the storm-tossed fish-boat The Master slept. The boatman quailed as o’er their craft The mad waves broke, And at their loud and pleading cry for help The Master woke. He spake, and 10, the winds grew calm And calm the sea; The boatmen quailed as o’er their that On Galilee. THESE THREE. As a babe to his mother close clinging, As a bird to the Southland keeps winging— So is Faith. As a soul through death’s vale sweetly singing, As the Easter-tide bells loudly ringing— So is Hope. As the nightingale’s song rapture bringing, As the sound of Pearl Gates open swinging— So is Love. Seth Russell Downie. A LESSON. Like m%ny other reformers, she at first hoped for a more quick return for her labours', but us the years went on, she learned, us they had learned, that God had greater designs in view than any which came within tHeir human calculations, —St. Catherine of Siena. POWER TO SERVE. “No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving; so well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to give the sea because they are not riyers. Give what you have; to some one it may be better than you dare to think.” Longfellow.