" But now, O Lord, Thou art our Father ; we are the clay ; and we all are the work of Thy hand "-Isa. 64:8.

To the potter's house I went down one day
And watched him molding the vessels of clay.
There, precious lessons watching him I drew :
I watched the process the clay had gone through-
Trampled and broken, down-trodden and rolled,
Thus made more plastic and fit for the mold.
How like the clay that is human, I thought,
When Heavenly hands this fitness has wrought;
When self has been cast like dust at His feet,
And thus to His hand for service made meet.
Then, lo ! it is brought a delicate vase
Of simple beauty and exquisite grace ! . . .
Was it once the vile clay ? Yes. Yet not strange,
The Potter has wrought the marvelous change.

M. F. C.