HDND Q CND NDLER BATTLE CREEK MICH APRIL Vol IN HOPE in a meadow one summer day Laughingly gathered the flowers in play And tossed them into the rippling tide That to his prattle in murmur replied quot Give me something brook quot he said In trustful innocence nodding his head The years rolled on the years rolled by The tears of a child are quickly dry CHILD The child to manhood apos s stature grown Stood by the stream of the world
