ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 



SIXTH PUPIL: 



A fair little girl sat under a tree, 



Sewing as long as her eyes could see ; 



Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, 



And said, " Dear work, good night, good night." 



SEVENTH PUPIL : 



Kind hearts are the gardens, 



Kind thoughts are the roots, 

 Kind words are the blossoms, 



Kind deeds are the fruits. 



EIGHTH PUPIL: 



So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, 

 To you and to me, to you and to me ; 

 And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy: 

 " Oh, the world's running over with joy ! 

 But long it won't be 

 Don't you know ? don't you see ? 

 Unless we are as good as can be ! " 



THE BLUEBIRD'S SONG. 



I KNOW the song that the bluebird is singing, 

 Out in the apple tree where he is swinging. 

 Brave little fellow ! the skies may be dreary 

 Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery ! 



Hark ! how the music leaps out from his throat ! 

 Hark ! was there ever so merry a note ? 

 Listen awhile, and you'll hear what he's saying, 

 Up in the- apple tree swinging and swaying. 



Dear little blossoms down under the snow, 

 You must be weary of winter I know; 

 Hark while I sing you a message of cheer! 

 Summer is coming ! and spring time is here ! " 



1 Little white snowdrop ! I pray you arise ; 

 Bright yellow crocus! come open your eyes; 

 Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, 

 Put on your mantles of purple and gold; 

 Daffodils ! daffodils ! say do you hear ? 

 Summer is coming ! and spring time is here !" 



