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[Copywright.] Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven. St. Matthew vi., 20.. We have many valu'd treasures, And we hold them fond and fast; With a love that never wavers, 'Twill be with us to the last. Maybe, in an antique framing, Some rare picture has been trac'd, By a skilful hand long vanish'd, Which our happy household grac'd. Maybe 'tis a book of poems, Penc:Il'd with heart-stirring touch; Nestling on our library bookshelf, 'Mongst so many we love much: Or a faded flower that perfum'd, All our room, when fresh and fair, Full of colour, full of fragrance, We could see it everywhere. Or a precious pet we value, — As it clings to us in love; One of God's dumb creatures lent us, Whom He watches from above. For our Lord speaks of the sparrows, In His word they hold high place, And they cannot fall without Him," In their wee life's daily race- Or perchance a home ancestral, Claims our fond affections pure; And we move amongst its treasures, With possession's step so sure: In the gardens we have planted, Trees, and plants, that fruit will yield, Or we gaze on deer and cattle, In the park and distant field. All our own," we think in silence, Humbleness upon our brow; For the greater be our riches, Lowlier on our knees we bow: Then, in yonder churchyard's shadow, "God's lov'd acre," there doth sleep, Dear ones, who once liv'd amongst us, But whom now our God doth keep. Or we have the gift of music, And in melody outpour'd; We can praise our loving Father, Whom we do and have adored: For full oft our deep emotions Are unstirr'd by human speech, Till some strain of holy music, Can our joy or anguish reach. What a weight of joy and sadness, Mingles in our daily life; Sunshine, shadow, losses, riches, 'Midst each scene of peace or strife: But one Voice above the tumult, Whispers softly, Come to Me," Lay your treasures in my keeping^ Sure and safe they then will be." Hiding in His lov'd pavilion, •• Though our feet must tread the ground; He will wing our trustful spirit, With a joy earth never found: Oh! The peace of calm obedience, For He knows the endless quest, Of our souls for Heaven's best treasures, Till He calls us to our rest. ELVIRA A. STANNAT1 Gwenora.

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