LIFE. THE child lay down to rest! His glad heart felt no fear, The man lay down to weep! Stern grief and anguish wild,- Old age lay down to die! Life's joyous hours were flown, I heard the last faint sigh. The child-the man-the veteran,-all Then what is life? A smile, We sport on waves which o'er us surge; Yet more than this is life! From childhood's happy cot, Then give us grace, O Lord, To lay us down in peace with Thee, TRACT MAGAZINE. HISTORY OF AN ACORN. AN acorn fell from an old oak-tree, And lay on the frosty ground "Oh! what shall the fate of the acorn be?" Was whisper'd all around, HISTORY OF AN ACORN. 141 By low-toned voices, chiming sweet, For the woodland-fays came sweeping past Where the forest-leaves were falling fast, To a little sprite was the task assign'd Away from the frost and searching wind, The spring time came with its fresh, warm air, The dew came down, and the rain was there, Then softly the black earth turn'd aside, And up where the last year's leaf was dried, With coiled stem and a pale green hue Then deeply its roots abroad it threw, |