MAPLE LEAVES. 



" If die we must," the leaflets 

 Seem one by one to say, 

 " We will wear the colors of gladness 

 Until we pass away. 

 No eyes shall see us falter ; 



And, before we lay it down, 

 We'll wear, in the sight of all the earth. 

 The year's most kingly crown." 



So, trees of the stately forest. 



And trees by the trodden way, 

 You are kindling into glory 



This soft autumnal day. 

 And we who gaze remember 



That more than all they lost, 

 To hearts and trees together. 



May come through the ripening frost. 



Margaret E. Sangster. 



