This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1900 Excerpt: ... With Whom is no Variableness IT fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so; That, howsoe'er I stray and range Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That if I slip Thou dost not fall. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. Shall I Look Back FROM some dim height of being, undescried, Shall I look back and trace the weary way By which my feet are journeying to-day--The toilsome path that climbs the mountain-side Or leads into the valley, sun-denied? Where through the darkness hapless wanderers stray, Unblessed, uncheered, ungladdened by a ray Of certitude, their errant step to guide? Shall I look back, and see the great things small; The toilsome path, God's training for my feet, The pains that never had been worth my tears? Will some great light of rapture, bathing all, Make by-gone woe seem joy: past bitter, sweet? Shall I look back and wonder at my fears? In June I Show You a Mystery OFRIEND, your face I cannot see, Your voice I cannot hear, But for us both breaks at our feet The floodtide of the year; The summertide all beautiful With fragrance, and with song, Sung by the happy-hearted birds To cheer the months along. And so the mystery I show Is this, all simple-sweet; Because God's summertide so breaks At yours and at my feet, We're not so very far apart As it at first would seem, We're near each other in the Lord; The miles are all a dream. JOHN WHITE CHADWICK. Copyright, 1SS8, by John W. Chadwick. Scotch Hymn THERE are blossoms that hae budded, Been blighted i' the cauld, An' lammies that hae perished Because they left the fauld. But cower ye in aneath His wings, Wha died upon the tree, An' gathers in His bosom Helpless weans like you and me. In the warld there's tribulation, In the warld there's wae; But the warld it is bon...