VERSES FROM THE SONG OF SONGS RECITED TO-DAY BY REV CELIA MIDGLEY

For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; 
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the 
the tender grape give a good smell. Arise my love my fair one and
come away. O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stair, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take from us the the foxes the little foxes that spoil the vines: for the vines have tender grapes..
My Beloved is mine, and I am his : he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away. Turn my beloved 
and be thou like a roe, or young hart upon the mountains of Bether