A STUDY OF OUR FORESTS. 61 



" Help one another," the dewdrop cried, 



Seeing another drop close to its side ; 

 " This warm south breeze would di'y me away, 



And I should be gone ere noon to-day ; 



But I'll help you. and you help me. 



And we'll make a brook and rim to the sea." 



" Help one another," a grain of sand 



Said to another grain just at hand; 

 " The wind may carry me over the sea, 



And then, O ! what will become of me? 



But come, my brother, give me your hand ; 



We'll build a mountain, and there we'll stand." 



And so the snowflakes grew to drifts, 



The grains of sand to mountains, 

 The leaves became a pleasant shade. 



And dewdrops fed the fountains. 



— Rev. George F. Hunting, in the Parish Visitor. 



WHEN ALL WILD THINGS LIE DOWN TO SLEEP. 



November woods are bare and still, 

 November days are clear and bright; 

 Each noon burns up the morning's chill, 

 The morning's snow is gone by night ; 

 Each day my steps grow slow, grow light. 

 As through the woods I reverent creep, 

 Watching all things "lie down to sleep." 



I never knew before what bed.?. 



Fragrant to smell and soft to touch. 



The forest sifts, and shapes, and spreads ; 



I never knew before how much 



Of human sound there is in such 



Low tones as through the forest sweeps, 



When all wild things '* lie down to sleep." 



Each day I find new coverlids 

 Tucked in and more sweet eyes shut tight; 

 Sometimes the viewless mother bids 

 Her ferns kneel down full in my sight; 

 I hear their chorus of "good night," 

 And half I smile and half I weep, 

 Listening while they " lie down to sleep." 



— Helen Hunt Jackson. 



