Now with bells you blithely sing,
'Neath the stars or sun;
Now a blade of burdock bring
To the suffering one;
February--you are very
Dear, when all is done:
Many blessings rest above you,
You one day (and so we love you)
Gave us Washington.

FOOTNOTES:

[7] _By permission of the author_.




II

EARLY YEARS


A GLIMPSE OF WASHINGTON'S BIRTHPLACE

BY GRACE B. JOHNSON

From _The Christian Endeavor World_

Seldom visited and almost unknown is the Wakefield Farm in Virginia, the
birthplace of our first President. Recent attempts have been made to