24 AGRICULTUEE AND RURAL-LIFE DAY. 



We are breaking life's fine elixir 



In the waft of the perfumed breeze. 

 The sudden showers, the sunlit hours. 



The rustle of leaves on the trees. 



The fathomless blue of the heaven, 



The beauty and bloom of the day, 

 Are making us young — they are waking the tongue 



Of the years that have passed away. 



'Tis the radiant rare September, 



With the clusters ripe on the vine, 

 With scents that mingle in spicy tingle 



On the hill-slope's glimmering line. 



And summer's a step behind us. 



And autumn's a thought before, 

 Ajid each fleet sweet day that we meet on the way 



Is an angel at the door. 



— Harper's Bazar. 



DEEP. 



Plow deep ! 

 Sow not thy precious seeds 

 Among the scarce uprooted weeds, 



Or thou Shalt weep 

 To find thy crops all choked and dead. 

 And naught but thorns and tares instead. 



Then plow down deep. 

 The promise ringing in thy ears, 

 That those who sow their seeds in tears, 



In joy shall reap. 



