CHILDREN'S FACES. You bring me peace, O innocent child-faces! child-faces! Wan your clear, questioning eyes. Your fairy forms, your sweet, unconscious uncon-scious graces. Your lips where laughter lies. Out in the world too long, I grow heart-weary; heart-weary; Hut in those leisure days. Throwing aside the old routine so dreary, 1 join the children's plays. What fun we have! What skating and what racing, Out in the frost and snow! ! What battling with the north wind, keen and bracing. That sets tno biooi aglow! In twilight, round my chair they love to gather. To 'hear the story told Heroic tales of many a brave forefather Jn Mirring days of old. Ofttimes I pass the room where they iin lyiiiK, Each in a snowy bed. And har my little name-child sweetly trying To pray for "Uncle Fre!. Gol b".ss the children with their rosy facts ! Their eyes like truth's clear wells, i Tin ;r lovir.g hearts, tacir many heavenly ! graces. j Their lips, where laughter dwells.