A CHILD'S THOUGHT. A lijtle girl in her far northern home Had ceased her merry play,' And mused with thoughtful brow Of regions far away. Her wistful gaze had sought the evening even-ing sky. Where day's bright hues were dead. Anu gathering stars their, golden, lamps hand hung To light the world to bed. . "Sly ' child." her mother asked, "what makes you thus So verv quiet and still? What thoughts are these that spite of tovs and play, Your little spirit fill?" "I thought," sho . said with wondering p.we. Tn childish accents free. "If heaven's wrong side so lovely .is, i What must the right side be!"