ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



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THE POPULAR POPLAR TREE. 



WHEN the great wind sets things whirling, 

 And rattles the window-panes, 

 And blows the dust in giants 



And dragons tossing their manes; 

 When the willows have waves like water, 

 And children are shouting with glee ; 

 When the pines are alive and the larches, 



Then hurrah for you and me, 

 In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of the popular poplar tree ! 



Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk 



He did not climb half so high ! 

 And Alice in all her travels 



Was never so near the sky! 

 Only the swallow, a-skimming 



The storm-cloud over the lea, 

 Knows how it feels to be flying 



When the gusts come strong and free 

 In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of the popular poplar tree ! 



BLANCH WILLIS HOWARD. 



FALL SONG. 



THE ash-berry clusters are darkly red ; 

 The leaves of the chestnut are almost shed ; 

 The wild grape hangs out her purple fruit ; 

 The maple puts on her brightest suit. 



The boys chase the squirrel from tree to tree : 

 ' There are nuts," says the squirrel, " for you and for me 

 The boys hear the chatter the squirrel is gone; 

 They shout and they peer, but he's seen by none. 



After a silence, the wind complains, 

 Like a creature longing to burst its chains ; 

 The swallows are gone, I saw them gather, 

 I heard them murmuring of the weather. 



The clouds move fast, the south is blowing, 

 The sun is slanting, the year is going; 

 Oh, I love to walk where the leaves lie dead, 

 And hear them rustle beneath my tread ! 



