XI.


THE PRODIGAL SON.

"There's joy divine," the Saviour said,
"Among the bless'd in Heaven,
When one on earth of sin repents,
And feels his sin forgiven."

There was a man who had two sons;
The _younger_ to him said,
"Give me the share that falls to me;"
And he division made.

And soon the younger son prepared
To leave his father's home,
And all the comforts he enjoy'd,
Out o'er the world to roam.

How many children leave their home
To wander far and wide,
To roam o'er hill and desert far,
Or on the foaming tide.

But still they feel, whate'er they do
Wherever they may roam,
Whatever pleasures they may have,
_There is no place like home._