52 Old Bays on the Farm 



THE PLANTING OP THE APPLE-TEEE 



If, dear reader, you have not read that enticing 

 poem of William CuUen Bryant's, entitled, **The 

 Planting of the Apple-tree," please do. When I 

 read those noble and inspiring verses I realize 

 how weak and puerile are my efforts to pay the 

 tribute due to that favourite tree of my boyhood. 

 I shall take the liberty of giving a few lines from 

 his fine poem: 



* "What plant we in this apple-tree? 



Fruits that shall swell in sunny June, 

 And redden in the August noon, 

 And drop, when gentle airs come by, 

 That fan the blue September sky. 

 While children come, with cries of glee. 

 And seek them where the fragrant grass 

 Betrays their bed to those who pass 

 At the foot of the apple-tree. 



* " 'Who planted this old apple-tree?' 



The children of that distant day 

 Thus to some aged man shall say; 

 And gazing on its mossy stem. 

 The grey-haired man shall answer them: 



'A poet of the land was he. 

 Born in the rude but good old times; 

 'Tis said he made some quaint old rhymes, 



On planting the apple-tree.' " 



MORE OP THE HEART, THAN HEAD 



Why don 't you give us some facts instead of all 

 this sentiment and poetry, asks some disciple of 



