Volume 2 — HEART AND I.

BY MARY HELEN BOODEY.

Singing, singing through the valleys;

Singing, singing up the hills;

Peace that comes, and Love that tarries,

Hope that cheers, and Faith that thrills,

Heart and I, are we not blest

At the thought of coming rest?

Singing, singing 'neath the shadow;

Singing, singing in the light;

Plucking flowerets from the meadow,

Seeing beauty up the height,

Heart and I, are we not gay

Thinking of unclouded day?

Singing, singing through the summer;

Singing, singing in the snow;

Glad to hear the brooklets murmur,

Patient when the wild winds blow,

Heart and I, can we do this?

Yes, because of future bliss.

Singing, singing up to Heaven;

Singing, singing down to earth;

Unto all some good is given.

Unto all there cometh worth;

Heart and I, we sing to know

That the good God loves us so.