Simplicité dévoilé ; poèmes .-le ! Dieu sauvera, s'il s'enfuit avec lui. Oui, je vais aller avec toi, cher Jésus, j'ai pleuré ; le chemin de la destruction et sinShall sera foulée plus, par moi, cher Seigneur, si tu va mais laissez-moi entrer. Je lui donne ma main, et il m'a conduit de suite à une fontaine d'eau si lumineux;Puis me soulever doucement dans ses bras aimants. M'avait dit de boire, être ensemble, et d'être blanc. Oui, j'ai bu de cette eau, que d'eau qui donne la vie, et à la nuit, un homme suis-je enregistré;Mes chères mamans Sauveur m'a racheté du péché ; ses prières ont été acceptés en haut. 62 simplicité dévoilé. Ay ! Je sais tout maintenant, un

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Simplicity unveiled; poems . him up ! God will save, if he to him flees. Yes, I will go with thee, dear Jesus, I cried ; The path of destruction and sinShall be trodden no longer, by me, dear Lord, If thou will but let me come in. I gave him my hand, and he led me forth to A fountain of water so bright;Then raising me gently in his loving arms. Bade me drink, be whole, and be white. Yes, I drank of that stream, that life-giving stream, And to-night, a saved man am I;My dear mothers Savior redeemed me from sin; Her prayers were accepted on high. 62 SIMPLICITY UNVEILED. Ay! I know it all now, and, plainly can see Why he said, Im only a boy;He had left the cold world and dismal sea, And his barque was floating in joy. In the channel of love that empties in life, The city Jerusalem new.Hes sailing along and forgets not to shout, My sister, my brother, come too ! Only a boy—a child in the heart, my friends-Though a man long, long years ago ; And we love him because he is Gods own child- Only a little boy, you know.. SAVE THE BOYS. 63 SAVE THE BOYS. Note.—[The following poem was suggested to the writer by thepresence and words of a man at one of the temperance meetingsheld in the city of Indianapolis, at which I was present, duringthe year 1879. I can not in words picture the scene or the effectthat will long linger in the memories of the audience who knewand witnessed the language and countenance of this man, whosesad reflection fell like a shadow on the hearts of those assembledon this occasion, and whose appeals to the temperance workers forthe safety of the young evinced a pathos and heartfelt anxietywhich we would were impressed upon the minds of every man andwoman in the land.] OR Gods sake save the boys! And let the old ones go;You can not help us—tis too late— Were doomed to endless woe.Beyond the reach of man— Beyond the power of heaven !I say to-night, were lost! were lost! Can never be forgiven.

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