Selected Poetry
... sclectal vocirp. THE VOICES AT TIlE THRONE. A little child, A little tneeh-faced, quiet, village child Fat singing, Iy her cottlge door, at eve, A low, sweet, Snblatls song. No btunian ear Caughbt the fitint Inulody-nuo htteatil eye llt,eid th,, upturne, d asrect, or tie smite That wreathed her itnoetnt lips the whlile they bresthed The oft-repeated burden of the hyfmn, 'Pitaise God ! praise ...