WATCH!

KATHARINE T. PORTER.

With trailing wing I fluttered low,
Along the ground in sorry plight;
I heard the voice of Truth, and lo!
It broke the darkness of my night:
No poison dart had laid me low,
But praise of friend,—an ambushed foe.
My ruffled plumage once again I dressed;
The world for me held nought,
I only loved my Lord! and by Him blessed,
With joy again aloft I soared.