"We hail thy bright beams, O morn of Zion's
Thy blessed light breaks on our sight
O hail, happy day!
"The day that brings a sweet release,
That crowns our Jesus Prince of Peace,
And bids our sorrows cease!
O hail, happy day!"
THE lily is my symbol of fortitude, white and pure and royal, even as I have seen some dear children of God triumphant though in darkened chambers, and on beds of pain. The mignonette, most unobtrusive, yet most tenderly subtle, of all things in the floral world, is my emblem of patience. Its perfume pervades its neighborhood.—M. E. Sangster.