THE LIFE OF MAN.

BY C****.

As rosy light in eastern skies

Gives hope to all of bright sunrise;

As floweret lays its petal bare

And sheds its fragrance on the air;

As babbling rill 'neath greenwood trees

Wends on its way to distant seas;

As comet in its rapid flight

Across the azure vault of night—

Thus runs the mortal life of man.

When on his infant form we gaze,

Sweet Hope shines bright upon his days;

With tott'ring steps he treads the ground

And sheds his joyousness around,

Till, wending on through smiles and tears,

He meets the sea in manhood's years;

Then, for a moment flashing bright,

Is lost fore'er to mortal sight—

And his eternal life's began.

Then breaks to him another day,

In which eternal sunbeams play.

As the sweet floweret fades and dies,

At Spring's soft summons will arise;

As babbling rill, lost in the main,

Returns again in gentle rain;

As comet, when it disappears,

Will glow again in after years;

Man may be lost to mortal eye,

The Spirit Man will never die.

BRAIDED SLIPPER.