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He who plants a tree 

 Plants a joy ; 

 Plants comfort that will never cloy ; 

 Every day a fresh reality. 



Beautiful and strong, 



To whose shelter throng 



Creatures blithe with song. 

 If thou couldst but know, thou happy tree, 

 Of the bliss that shall inhabit thee. 



He who plants a tree 

 He plants peace ; 

 Under its green curtain jargons cease, 

 Leaf and zephyr murmur soothingly ; 



Shadows soft will sleep, 



Down tired eyelids creep, 



Balm of slumber deep. 

 Never hast thou dreamed, blessed tree, 



Of the benediction thou shalt be. 



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He who plants a tree 

 He plants youth ; 

 Vigor won for centuries, in sooth ; 

 Life of time, that hints eternity ! 



Boughs their strength uprear, 



New shoots every year 



On old growths appear. 

 Thou shalt teach the ages, sturdy tree. 

 Youth of soul is immortality. 



He who plants a tree 

 He plants love. 

 Tents of coolness spreading out above 

 Wayfarers he may not live to see. 

 Gifts that grow are best ; 

 Hands that bless are blest ; 

 Plant. Life does the rest ! 

 Heaven and earth helps him who plants a tree, 

 And his work its own reward shall see. 



— L7icy Larcom. 



