1 4 ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



And turn, O roaring mill, to grind. 

 To stop the hungry mouths that wait ! 

 Oh, sordid world, what vulgar rate 

 Is this, to give thy woods for wheat? 

 Thy hidden thought and deep retreat 

 Of mysteries; thy solemn hymn, 

 Thy noonday twilight cool and dim, 

 For this dull round of use and care, 

 Of need and toil and sultry glare ! 



But, as I walked, a better mind 



Began the parable to find. 



For men must live, and good is wheat ; 



We all may dream, but all must eat. 



I wonder if the gods ordain, 



That, just as a rainbow and the rain, 



The beauty and the use combine, 



So dreams and strength shall entertwine. 



The visions that our boyhood led, 



Dissolve upon the hills of youth, 



To feed some secret fountain head, 



That bursts in man to strength and truth, 



Here, age on age, the mighty wood 



Drank deep the sun's exhaustless flood; 



Then dropped its million flaming leaves. 



The dull, cold earth below receives 



The kindling bath of lambent fire, 



Aerial gold and warm desire, 



And stores the generous wealth and heat, 



To burst at last in golden wheat. 



KIND WORDS. 



KIND hearts are the gardens, 

 Kind thoughts are the roots, 

 Kind words are the blossoms, 

 Kind deeds are the fruits. 



Little moments make an hour; 



Little thoughts, a book ; 

 Little seeds, a tree or flower ; 



Water drops, a brook ; 

 Little deeds of faith and love ; 



Make a home for you above. 



