THE SACRED PAGE.

By Helen Mar Johnson

Golden-headed youth and silver-headed age

Bend together earnestly o'er the Sacred Page;

One amid spring blossoms, while the falling leaves

Gather round the other sitting‘ mid the sheaves;

One amid the twilight of the coming day,

While the shadows deepen round the other's way.

Golden-headed youth and silver-headed age,

Read the same sweet lessons from the Sacred Page;

Eyes that brim with laughter, eyes that dim with years,

Resting there pay tribute in a flood of tears;

Rosy lips and pallid trembling at the cry —

Mournfully repeating the Sabachthani!

Golden-headed youth and silver-headed age

Draw their consolation from the Sacred Page;

One is in the valley where the grass is green,

While the other gazes on a wintry scene;

Both have lost their birth-right-both have felt their loss,

And they both regain it through the blessed Cross!

Golden-headed youth and silver-headed age,

Find their way to Heaven in the Sacred Page;

Like the little children waiting to be blessed,

One goes forth rejoicing to the Saviour's breast,

While the other clingeth to his mighty arm,

‘ Mid the swelling Jordan feeling no alarm.

Golden-headed youth and silver-headed age,

Come, and seek for treasures in the Sacred Page;

To the one how tender is the Saviour's call;

Yet the invitation He extends to all;

Earthly fountains fail you — hasten to assuage

Every grief of childhood — every pang of age!