THE GARDEN AND THE RAIN. 109 



&quot; See, every leaf and bud share the pure 

 essence of their life with all around. The 

 sigh of the lightest breeze wakes their charity. 

 They refuse not, as long as any thing re 

 mains to give. Hast thou no surplus drops of 

 Heaven s bounty ? Hoard them not from thy 

 brother, the frail partaker of the same clay ; 

 but, instructed by the branches of thine own 

 planting, become wise unto eternal life.&quot; 



