VII.

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or me They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air, Needs but to remember That the acorn there Is the egg of forests For the upper air!

LIFE'S TRADES.

It's such a little thing to weep, So short a thing to sigh; And yet by trades the size of these We men and women die!