F i n ci i jx i n L g sf . L. 31, 2i Class <¥k ^SA^ Book-JljCSis- COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. g t£ FINDING HIS OWN LAMB ( W ....(itljrr iBimke luj tltr g>amr Aniluir.... HOW TO BE HAPPY WHEN MARRIED .'. PATHS THAT CROSS .*. THE FAMILY .*. SUNSHINE /. THE LITTLE GRAVE .'. OIL OF KINDNESS .'. THE WEDDING TOKEN .'. PEARLS OF COMFORT FROM TENNYSON'S 'IN MEMORIAM' BOOK OF DAILY BREAD FOR DAILY HUN- GER ••• EXPOSITORY THOUGHTS ON PILGRIM'S PROGRESS A YVONNE .*. ETC. FINDING HIS OWN LAMB CBT53 IM. Zimmerman, P.P. ThRTLfBRARY OF CONGRESS, Two Copit6 Received JUL. 19 1902 a Copyright entry CLASS C^XXa No. inn COPY B. I ~Jk*- <»— °°o„ \ COPYRIGHT 1902 L. M. ZIMMERMAN *fe- FIRST EDITION WILLIAMS & WILK COMPANY ART PRESS BALTIMORE ILLUSTRATIONS BY NOLLEY If any word or deed of mine, Great or small, Can cheer the sad on whom they shine, . Like heaven's call, Then help me, Lord, those gifts to share, And scatter them like sunbeams fair. |^Pr off in country lonely, strong ties of love each day • Were knit between love's dear ones in every word and way— There, in an humble cottage, all seemed so fair and bright, That oft it did remind them of days without a night. f N fields of verdant pastures and by the shady tree, V®| Sweet words and deeds of kindness were like the river free; And with the rippling waters, as they did onward flow, A childish song was mingled, so sweet, and soft, and low % •* *a*®r-"' i ( - *«*•?»«=■ COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. *%• -vHE father was a shepherd, and well his daughter knew ' His voice as he the sheep called and to them food did strew; And when a lamb would wander in realms of death and pain The shepherd, by a known cry, would bring it back again. ib- -•> *> Cr «*> COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. 4 f T last the daughter questioned C ^C ( jV the sweetness of her lot, For as she thought of city the farm joys she forgot. Though future steps should pierce her with unknown fiery smart, Yet she would go thus forward with brave and hopeful heart. ^^W%%^^^k%^%-%^%^^%^^%^^^^%^%/%^^%^^/^%-,©5 f I COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. {^'%^/%%*k%'%%'%%<%%^%/*%. %/%/%/%/%/%, -v%/*%/%% (© AND clasped in hand her parents bade her a sad good-bye. ij' The face of love, oh how sweet, as eye still met each eye, For in each heaving bosom was purity and grace That met with God's approval as they stood face to face. FAIR and country maiden in city all alone Found not a few allurements to which mankind is prone. There things were very charming and friends almost divine, Who praised her for her beauty and tempted her with wine. fi#@##®###@fi COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. w I ® m m m ® m ® ® ® *# ^ \gs v W r vS£t HU5 flattered by the wicked she like a snowflake fell, And found that worldly pleasures had proved to her a hell. She thought of home and loved ones and of her early years, And in that deep reflection her eyes were filled with tears. hs> bME one who knew her home life and now saw her in sin, 'By chance had met her father and told where she had been. He left the flock on hillside in search of his own lamb, And to the city hastened singing the shepherd's psalm. £2aL V w (PL t COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z ***&*«» >l MBARRASSED in the city he tarried there till night, Hoping to find his own lamb now lost out of his sight. The streets seemed cold and cheerless as he put forth his cry, Then listened for an answer from her who might be nigh. {§»- ..^u i*AS*H*. COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. Jf^" i ^ f\v N officer bade him stop ( ^l"TjL f° r disturbing the peace But as the father told all him he did then release. "She'll come to me," he added, "if she should hear that cry, 11 And onward he went calling as he looked far and nigh. a I 1 COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. -.8 \ - HE loving shepherd's own Iamb was found at last that night, For on her ears the call fell as if from heaven's height. She rushed into a lone street and to her father's arm, And, with tears of confession, begged for home on the farm. ■s^^fiL QJ •njcS^^ Qtf" J U : S3 1} NCE more the saddened circle of home is bright with love, V^*^ The past is all forgotten in pardon from above; For in the heav'nly city stands open wide the gate— It is God's gate of mercy, 'tis as yet not too late. LtfC. r • %/%^%^%, <%^%^%^%, -v%/%^%,-%/% %,%/%/%/%^% %/% (©) COPYRIGHT BY L. M. Z. M)%%%%%% %/%/*^%^%/%,'V%/%/%/%/%'%'%/%^%'%'%%« iiM-i* lddi JUL 19 1902 1 COPY DEL. TO'GAT.DIV, JUL. 19 1902 JUL, 24 1902