NATURE AND ART.

This is not half the happiness

The countryman enjoys,

High trolollie, lollie, lol; high trolollie, lee;
Though others think they have as much,
Yet he that says so lies;

Then care away, and wend along with me.

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THE FOREST SHRINE.

HOLY Mother! Holy Son

At Thy feet ere day's begun
Here I humbly kneel.

Guide my youthful steps aright
Till the coming of the night;
Hear my earnest prayer.

Let the sins of yesterday

By Thy blood be washed away,

Thou canst make me pure.

Lead me through life's work to Thee,
Unto all eternity

I would do Thy will.

MYRA MEREDITH.