ARBOR DAY MAXL'AL. 91 



SUNSET. 



THE evening shadows lengthen on the lawn: 

 Westward, our immemorial chestnuts stand, 

 A mount of shade; but o'er the cedars drawn, 



Between the hedge-row trees, in many a band 

 Of brightening gold, the sunshine lingers on, 



And soon will touch our oaks with parting hand : 

 And down the distant valley all is still. 

 And flushed with purple smiles the beckoning hill. 



Come, leave the flowery terrace, leave the beds 



Where Southern children wake to Northern air: 



Let yon mimosas droop their tufted heads, 



These myrtle-trees their nuptial beauty wear, 



And while the dying day reluctant treads 



From tree-top unto tree-top, with me share 



The scene's idyllic peace, the evening's close, 



The balm of twilight, and the land's repose. 

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BAYARD TAYLOR. 



UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. 



F " XDER the greenwood tree, Who doth ambition shun, 



\j Who loves to lie with me, And loves to live in the sun, 



And tune his merry note Seeking the food he eats. 



Unto the sweet bird's throat? And pleased with what he gets ? 



Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Come hither, come hither, come hither 



Here shall we see Here shall we see 



No enemy No enemy 



But winter and rough weather. But winter and rough weather. 



SHAKSPEARE. 



TREES OF CORN. 



r |"^HE child looked out upon the field The mother from the window looked 



1 And said with a little cry: Out in the rosy morn, 



' Mamma, what is it makes the grass ' What makes the grass grow up so high ? 



Grow up so big and high ? " Why, those are trees of corn." 



What, trees of corn ? " said the happy child, 



Within the nursery walls, 

 " Are those the kind of trees that bear 

 The great big pop-corn balls? 1 ' 

 Coed Cheer. 



