AUTUMN LEAVES. AUTUMN leaves, so thickly falling, Why forsake the stem that bore you, Through the summer sun and showers, Thus to pine, bare, withered, lonely, Through the long, dark wintry hours? Nay then, deem us not unfaithful: But our brief, bright life is ended, H For a younger race, and fairer, Soon our vacant place shall fill, While 'neath winter's snowy mantle, We are lying cold and still. We must fade, but greener, brighter, Will the summer foliage grow, For that we are nestling closely, Fondly, round the roots below. Thus, from death itself upspringeth A new life beyond the skies; From the fading of earth's blossoms, Richer beauty shall arise. THY WILL BE DONE. FATHER, I thank Thee,-now Thy heavenly peace, The peace I've longed for all these weary days, Is come at last,—and I can bow my head, Lonely and desolate, I seemed to strive With some dark spirit, which, e'en as I strove, While all around seemed darkness visible, I deemed myself forsaken by my God, Yet still I strove, e'en thus alone I strove; I would not yield. But ah! how vain the struggle; Exhausted, wearied out, at length I sank,— I sank and yielded to my misery. Yet not in meek submission did I yield, But sullenly, as one o'ercome by force, Who fain would strive, but could not; thus I sank. While thus I lay, Conquered, but not submissive, lo! I heard Sweet whispered words of comfort, peace, and love. Fell on my darkened soul. Lo! 'twas my God! Father, didst Thou thus weigh my spirit down; AN ACROSTIC TO A LITTLE CHILD. E. M. P. E THEL Mildred, little fairy, Tottering, with tiny feet, Here and there, through house or garden; Earth holds nothing half so sweet, Little one, as that wee face. May thy gladsome fairy footsteps Doubt shall ne'er that joy efface. Pure as heaven's crystal fountains, |