IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 11.25 Li|28 |25 ti^ Uii §22 Wuu ^ |l.6 6" ^ '/ Photogra{diic Sciences Corporation 33 WBT MAIN STIIIT WIMTKR,N.Y. 145M (716) •72-4503 \ ^. \ \ (meaning "CON- TINUED"), or the symbol V (meaning "END"), whichever applies. Un des symboies suivants apparattra sur la derniire image de cheque microfiche, selon le cas: le symbols — »> signifie "A SUIVRE", le symbols V signifie "FIN". re IVIaps, plates, charts, etc., may be filmed at different reduction ratios. Those too large to be entirely included in one exposure are filmed beginning in the upper left hand corner, left to right and top to bottom, as many frames as required. The following diagrams illustrate the method: Les cartes, planches, tsbleaux, etc., peuvent Atre filmto A des taux de reduction diffArents. Lorsque le document est trop grand pour Atre reproduit en un seul ciichA, ii est fiimA A partir de Tangle supArieur gauche, de gauche A droite, et de haut en bas, en prenant le nombre d'images nAcessaire. Les diagrammes suivants iiiustrent la mAthode. y errata id to It le peiure, pon d n 1 2 3 32X 1 2 3 4 5 6 'V^*^: ^jr L-J- - r a i"ii No. 72. Woman's Toreign missionary Society PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH IN CANADA (Wbstbrn Division). y for Cove's Sake. By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. OU have read of the Moslem palace — The marvellous fane that stands , On the banks of the distant Jumna, The wonder of all the lands.* You have read of its marble splendors, Its carvings of rare device. Its domes and its towers thqt glisten Like visions of Paradise. You have listened, as one has told you Of its pinnacles snowy-fair — So pure that they seemed suspended Like clouds in the crystal air, « Of the flow of its fountains, falling As softly as mourners' tears; Of the liily and rose kept blooming For over two hundred years; • i m^^'t'" Jgi ' i;--S ^ » r ^t^ .'.-'-^r%- Of the friezes of frost'like beauty, The jewels that crust the wall, The carvHqfs that crown the arch- way. The innermost shrine of all ; Where lies in her sculptured coffin (Whiose chiselings mortal man Hath never excelkd), the dearest Of the loves of the Shah Jehan. They read you the shining legends Whose letters are set in gems, On the walls of the sacred chamber That sparkle like diadems. And thiey tell you these letters, gleaming Wherever the eye may look, Are words of the Moslem Prophet, Are texts from his holy book. And still as you heard, you questioned Right wonderingly, as you must, " Why rear such a palace only To shelter ^ woman's dust ?" Why rear it? The Shah had promised His beautiful Nourmahal, To do it, because he loved her — He loved her, and that was all! So, minaret, wall and column, And tower and dome above, All tell of a sacred promise. All utter one. accent — LOVE. y OU know of another temple, A grander than Hindoo shrine. The splendor of whose perfections Is mystical, strange, divine. You have read of its deep foundations, Which neither the frost, nor flood. Nor forces of earth can weaken, Cemented in tears and blood. That, chosen with skill transcendent. By the wisdom that fills the Throne, Was quarried, and hewed, and polished. Its wonderful Oorner-Stone, So vast is its scale proportioned. So lofty its turrets rise. That the pile in its finished glory Will reach to the very skies. The lapse of the silent Kedron, The roses of Sharon fair, Gethsemane's sacred olives And cedars, are round it there. And graved on its walls and pillars. And cut in its crystal stone, Are the words of our Prophet, sweeter Than Islam's hathi ever known — Texts culled from the Holy Gospel, That comfort, refresh, sustain, . . And shine with a rarer lustre Than the gems of the, Hindoo fane. <« *"• WfcC. i^t^ V The plan of the temple only ■ Its Architect understands; And yet He accepts (oh, wonder!) The helping of human hands ? And so, for the work's progression, He is willing that great and small Should bring Him their bits of carving, So needed to fill the wall. Not one does the Master-Builder Disdainfully cast away; Why, even He takes the chippings We women have brought to-day! Oh, not to the dead — To the Living, We rear on the earth He trod, This fane to His lasting, glory — This Church to the Christ of God! Why labor and strive ? We have promised (And dare we the vow recall?) To do it, because we love Him — We love Him — and that is all! For over the Church's portal, Each pillar and arch above, The Master has set one signet, ' And graven one watchword — LOVE. *The Taj, erected at the city of Agra, India, in 1635, by the Shah Jehan, td the memory of his l>est-beloved wife, Nourmahal. *' . --^^1^^ 5.*. - m^'