332 J. P. Ritchie

Time's child new-bom

This happy morn,
Let hope smile from your eyes of blue,

That God's good-will

Is sovereign still.
And working to make all things new.
Oh ! Will Divine,

Thy work be mine,
Then from all ill shall good proceed,

And failures past

Shall flower at last.
In fragrance of the perfect deed.
Oh ! Life Divine !

Thy way be mine !
Then nought I meet shall me dismay —

My sure defence

The evidence
Of light that grows to perfect day.
/. P. Ritchie.
THE END



WILLIAM ^^NDON AND SON, LTD,
PRII^ESS, PLYMOUTH.
