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ENTERTAINMENT
I stopped at an inn one day to dine;
The host was a generous fellow;
A golden apple for a sign
Hung out on a branch so mellow.

It was the good old apple tree
Himself so nobly dined me;
Sweet fare and sparkling juices he
Was pleased and proud to find me.

To his greenhouse came many a
guest,
Light winged and lighter hearted;
They sang their best, they ate his
best,
Then up they sprang and departed.

I found a bed to rest my head--
A bed of soft green clover;
The host a great cool shadow spread
For a quilt, and covered me over.

I asked him what I had to pay
I saw his head shake slightly--
O, blest be he forever and aye
Who treated me so politely.

--Uhland. Translated by C. T. Brooks

A PRAYER.
I have not seen the glory of the Lord;
Faint and in rags I stand without the
gate;
Wrath have I known and famine, fire
and sword--
O Christ, compassionate,
Open to-night and bid me enter in,
Forgiven, forgiven and cleansed of every
sin!

I have not known the glory of my God;
His face in anger has been turned
away;
Long have I bowed beneath His chas-
tening rod--
Dear Christ, to Thee I pray:
Take me, oh, take me by the hand to-
night,
And lead me to my Father and the
light!

-- Ernest H. A. Home.
Komoka, Ont., Oct. 30, 1923.