j 54 ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 



I STOOD upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch 

 Was glorious with the sun's returning march, 

 And woods were brightened, and soft gales 

 Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales. 

 The clouds were far beneath me ; bathed in light, 

 They gathered mid-way round the wooded height, 

 And, in their fading glory, shone 

 Like hosts in battle overthrown, 

 As many a pinnacle with shifting glance, 

 Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, 

 And rocking on the cliff was left 

 The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft. 

 The veil of cloud was lifted, and below 

 Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow 

 Was darkened by the forest's shade, 

 Or glistened in the white cascade : 

 Where upward, in the mellow blush of day, 

 The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way. 



I heard the distant waters dash, 



I saw the current whirl and flash, 



And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, 



The woods are bending with a silent reach. 



Then o'er the gale with gentle swell, 



The music of the village bell 



Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; 



And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, 



Was ringing to the merry shout, 



That faint and far the glen sent out, 



Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, 



Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. 



If thou art worn and hard beset 



With sorrows, that thou would'st forget 



If thou would'st read a lesson, that will keep 



Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, 



Go to the woods and hills ! No tears 



Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 



LONGFELLOW 



Temperance is a tree which has for a root very little contentment, and for 



fruit, calm and peace. 



BUDDHA. 



