64 THE TREE DOCTOR 



Around the world, upon the breeze, 



Goes forth the call to "save our trees!" 



This call at once we all should heed, 



And give the trees the care they need ; 



Not "medicines" from "quacks" and "fakes," 



But commonsense is all it takes, 



Combined with knowledge of a tree, 



With "ears to hear" and "eyes to see" 



When troubles rise and where it leads, 



And head them off by Careful deeds. " 



The Maple. 



Praise Him, ye morning stars of light! 



And all ye sparkling hosts of night ! 



Praise Him, ye glorious, shining sun ! 



Praise Him, ye moon, each course ye run ! 



Praise Him, ye winds and silent dews ! 



Praise Him, ye "sparks," that "flash the news !' 



Praise Him, ye frost and spotless snow ! 



Praise Him, Oh, man ! where'er you go ! 



Now sing, ye children, one and all, 



For God, at last, has heard my call ; 



No longer, now, I feel forlorn, 



But ready am to face the storm ! 



Will break the winter's furious blast 



While you recite or sing in class ; 



Will give you shade and keep you cool, 



In "recess" of the summer's school: 



One hundred years I'll faithful be, 



To tell "The Story of the Tree," 



Whose life the "Board" has tried to save, 



And keep me from a youthful grave. 



Go forth, ye children, shout and sing, 



And send your praise upon the wing 



Of winds, or on the rays of dawn ; 



And e'er the shades of night have drawn 



Let praise arise to Him Divine 



While earth revolves and stars shall shine. 



