Pleasant View in Spring

GRACE WHITE.

Broad meadows clothed with tenderest green,
And patient trees their leaves just showing.
The little ice-bound pond awake,
All sun-kissed ripples from soft breezes blowing.
From distant tree-tops gaily ringing
The song of homing birds is flowing;
While high above in sunny skies
Are stately full-rigged cloud-ships going.

To trust in Christ because he deserves it. this is spiritual mindedness at its highest reach. It is a paradox to shame us, that out of the mouth of babes and sucklings praise is perfected. But babes and sucklings instinctively feel that Jesus is to be trusted, while few Christians are mature enough to trust with a faith so child-like. Sometimes they do it when they try, but not all the while and not without trying. — E. H. Johnson.

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