MIRACLES.

Love met a worldling on the way,

And softly crept into his breast.

Straight Self and Greed refused to stay

Where Love had dared to make his nest.

Love met a mourner on the road,

And said: “I'll bear thee company.”

Full soon the mourner lost his load

Of grief, and care, and misery.

Into a grim and cheerless home

Love forced his way through barriers tall;

Fled wretchedness, and chill, and gloom —

The golden sunshine flooded all.