ing to hurt us unless we bring it upon ourselves. The Valley of Humiliation is as fruitful a place as any the crow flies over. It is fat ground, and is covered with green meadows. And see how these are beautified with lilies!"
As they were thus going along and talking, they saw a boy watching his father's sheep. The boy was very poorly dressed, but his face was fresh and rosy; and as he sat by himself, he sang.
"Hark!" said Greatheart. "Be still and listen to his song."
So they stood and listened; and these are the words they heard—
"He that is down needs fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
"I am content with what I have,
Little be it or much:
And, Lord, contentment still I crave,
Because thou lovest such."
"Hear him," said Greatheart. "I will dare say that this boy is merrier, and wears more of the herb
