ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 99 



THE PATRIOT'S PASSWORD. 



In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, 



A living wall, a human wood ! 



A wall, where even* conscious stone 



Seemed to its kindred thousands grown ; 



A rampart all assaults to bear, 



Till time to dust their frames should wear 



A wood, like that enchanted grove 

 In which with fiends Rinaldo strove, 

 Where every silent tree possessed 

 A spirit imprisoned in its breast, 

 Which the first stroke of coming strife 

 Might startle into hideous life : 



So still, so dense the Austrians stood, 

 A living wall, a human wood ! 

 Impregnable their front appears, 

 All-horrent with projected spears. 

 Whose polished points before them shine, 

 From flank to flank, one brilliant line, 

 Bright as the breakers' splendors run 

 Along the billows to the sun. 



" Make way for liberty ! " he cried, 



Then ran with arms extended wide, 



As if his dearest friend to clasp ; 



Ten spears he swept within his grasp: 

 " Make way for liberty ! " he cried, 



Their keen points crossed from side to side 



He bowed amidst them, like a tree, 



And thus made way for liberty. 



JAMES MONTGOMERY. 



YOUNG TIMOTHY AND THE FORGET-ME-NOTS. 



YOUNG Timothy crept to the old meadow bars, 

 And between the brown rails peeping through, 

 Saw, what do you think, on the opposite side ? 

 Two eyes of the prettiest blue. 



Two eyes of the prettiest, bluest of blue, 



For-get-me-nots hid in the grass ; 

 But he couldn't climb over, and couldn't crawl through, 



And he's peeping, still peeping, alas ! 

 St. Nicholas, 1 888. ESTELLE THOMSON. 



