What plant ive in the apple tree f 

 Buds, luhich the hreath of swnyner days 

 Shall lengthen into leafy sprays; 

 Boughs, luhere the thrush ivith crimson Ireast 

 Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest. 

 A shadou) for the noontide hour, 

 A shelter from the summer's shotver. 



Stveets for a hundred jioiuery springs 

 To load the May luind's restless ivings ; 

 A ivorld of blossoms for the bee, 

 We p)lant luith the old apple tree. 



William C. Bryant. 



Sentiment and feeling, and tuhat floivs from them, con- 

 stitute a large part of our happiness. It tuould divest 

 the world of its poetry, its romance, its stveet?iess to sac- 

 rifice all se?itime7it to a hard theory. We do 7iot live for 



utility alone. 



Bishop Coxe. 



