ess in great waters; these see the works of the Lord,
and his wonders in the deep. For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy
wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven;
they go down again to the depths; their soul is melted because of trouble;
they reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their
wit's end. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth
them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the
waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he
bringeth them unto their desired haven. Oh that men would praise the Lord
for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!

6. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in
green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my
soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear
no evil; for thou art with me: thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou
anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and
mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I1 will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.
--Bible.

DEFINITIONS.--1. Mar'vel-ous, wonderful. 2. Or-dained', appointed,
established. Do-min'ion (pro. do-min'yun). supreme power. 5. Ha ven, a
harbor, a place where ships can lie in safety.

XVI. THE CORN SONG.

1. Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!

2. Let other lands, exulting, glean
The apple from the pine,
The orange from its glossy green,
The cluster from the vine;

3. We better love the hardy gift
Our rugged vales bestow,
To cheer us, when the storm shall drift
Our harvest fields with snow.

4. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers
Our plows their furrows made,
While on the hills the sun and showers
Of changeful April played.

5. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain,
Beneath the sun of May,
And frightened from our sprouting grain
The robber crows away.

6. All through the long, bright days of June,
Its leaves grew green and fair,
And waved in hot midsummer's noon
Its soft an