ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 6q 



TENTH PUPIL: 



Did you ever, while wandering in the forest about the first of June, have your 

 eyes dazzled at a distance with what you supposed to be a tree ladened with 

 snow? It was the Dog-wood, glittering in its white blossoms. It brightens the 

 last days of spring with its floral beauty. 



ELEVENTH PUPIL: 



While admiring the dog-wood, an odor of exquisite sweetness may salute 

 you ; and, if at all conversant in tree knowledge, you will k now it is the Bass- 

 wood, clustered with yellow blossoms, golden bells pouring out such strong, 

 delicious fragrance, you must all realize the idea of Shelley. 



ALL : 



And the hyacinths, purple and white and blue, 

 Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew, 

 Of music so delicate, soft and intense, 

 It was felt like an odor within the sense. 



LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. 



fT^HE breaking waves dashed high 



J. On a stern and rock-bound coast, 

 And the woods against a stormy sky 



Their giant branches tossed. 

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Not as the conqueror comes, 



They, the true-hearted came, 

 Not with the roll of stirring drums, 



And the trumpet that sings of fame, 



Not as the flying come, 



In silence and in fear; 

 They shook the depths of the desert's gloom 



With their hymns of lofty cheer. 



Amidst the storms they sang ; 



And the stars heard, and the sea ; 

 And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang 



To the anthem of the free. 



The ocean eagle soared 



From his nest by the white wave's foam ; 

 And the rocking pines of the forest roared ; 



This was their welcome home ! 



MRS. HEMANS. 



