He felt it more than ever when the sweet voices of many children floated out on the evening air, as they sang,-- "I have read of a world of beauty, Where there is no gloomy night, Where love is the mainspring of duty, And God is the fountain of light.
I have read of the flowing river That bursts from beneath the throne, And beautiful flowers that ever Are found on its banks alone.
I long--I long--I long to be there!" If somebody had only known Tip's thoughts as he stood there listening to the beautiful Sabbath school hymn! If somebody had only bent down to him, and whispered a few words, just to set his poor wandering feet into the narrow way, how blessed it would have been: but nobody did.
Ah, never mind! God knew, and took care of him..