156 ARBOR DAY. 



Pepperidge (Walter) : " The glory of the woods." 

 Buckeye (Samuel) : 



" Proud monarch of the forest! 



That once, a sapling bough, 

 Didst quail far more at evening's breath 



Than at the tempest now. 

 Strange scenes have passed, long ages rolled, 



Since first upon thy stem, 

 Then weak as osier twig, spring set 



Her leafy diadem." 



Eed Oak (Lulu) : I begin to feel my pride rising, and 

 hope White Oak will give me a chance to quote a poem 

 written in honor of one of our family. 



White Oak bows. 



Bed Oak: 



" A glorious tree is the old gray oak; 

 He has stood for a thousand years 

 Has stood and frowned 

 On the trees around 

 Like a king among his peers; 

 As round their king they stand, so now, 



When the flowers their pale leaves fold, 

 The tall trees around him stand, arrayed 



In their robes of purple and gold. 

 He has stood like a tower, 

 And dared the winds to battle; 

 He has heard the hail, 

 As from plates of mail, 

 From his own limbs shaken, rattle; 



