182 ARBOK DAY. 



Sweet Paradise was sown with trees. 



Thy very name, lorn Nazareth, 

 Means woods, means sense of birds and bees 



And song of leaves with lisping breath. 



God gave us mother earth, fall blest 

 With robes of green in healthful fold; 



We tore the green robes from her breast ! 

 We sold our mother's robes for gold ! 



We sold her garments fair, and she 

 Lies shamed and naked at our feet ! 



In penitence we plant a tree; 

 We plant the cross and count it meet. 



For this, where Balboa's waters toss, 

 Here in this glorious Spanish bay, 



We plant the cross, the Christian cross, 

 The Crusade Cross of Arbor Day. 



What conqueror in any part of "life's broad field of 

 battle" could desire a more beautiful, a more noble, or a 

 more patriotic monument than a tree planted by the hands 

 of pure and joyous children, as a memorial of his achieve- 

 ments? What earnest, honest worker, with hand and 

 brain, for the benefit of his fellow men, could desire a 

 more pleasing recognition of his usefulness than such a 

 monument, a symbol of his or her productions, ever 

 growing, ever blooming, and ever bearing wholesome 

 fruit? Benson J. Lossing. 



