LIFE. 
4G9 
Each tiny leaf became a scroll 
Inscribed with holy truth, 
A lesson that around the heart 
Should keep the dew of youth; 
Bright missals from angelic throngs 
In every by-way left— 
How were the earth of glory shorn 
Were it of flowers bereft. 
They tremble on the Alpine height— 
The fissured rock they press— 
The desert wild, with heat and sand 
Shares too their blessedness; 
And wheresoe’er the weary heart 
Turns in its dim despair, 
The meek-eyed blossom upward looks, 
Inviting it to prayer. 
Sift. 
Charles Mackay. 
A TRAVELLER through a dusty road 
Strewed acorns on the lea, 
And one took root and sprouted up, 
And grew into a tree. 
Love sought its shade at evening time, 
To breathe its early vows, 
^.nd Age was pleased, in heats of noon, 
To bask beneath its boughs : 
