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ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 



FOREIGN LANDS. 



UP into the cherry-tree 

 Who should climb but little me ? 

 I held the trunk with both my hands, 

 And looked abroad on foreign lands. 



I saw the next-door garden lie, 

 Adorned with flowers, before my eye, 

 And many pleasant places more 

 That I had never seen before. 



I saw the dimpling river pass 

 And be the sky's blue looking-glass ; 

 And dusty roads go up and down, 

 And people tramping into town. 



If I could find a higher tree, 

 Farther and farther I could see, 

 To where the grown-up river slips 

 Into the sea among the ships 



To where the roads on either hand 

 Lead onward into fairy-land, 

 Where all the children dine at five, 

 And all the playthings are alive. 



GOD PROVIDETH FOR THE MORROW. 



LO ! the lilies of the field, 

 How their leaves instruction yield ; 

 Hark to nature's lesson, given 

 By the blessed birds of heaven ! 

 Every bush and tufted tree 

 Warbles sweet philosophy : 



" Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow; 

 God provideth for the morrow. 



" Say, with richer crimson glows 

 The kingly mantle or the rose ? 

 Say, have kings more wholesome fare 

 Than we poor citizens of air? 

 Barns nor hoarded grain have we, 

 Yet we carol merrily : 



Mortal, flee from doubt and sorrow; 



God provideth for the morrow.' 



