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I see them now, thy garnered leaves adorning 



The palace hall and hovel, yea the bier. 

 They turn the night of poverty to morning 



And bring to gilded homes a touch of cheer, 

 And even death they decorate 

 Thy leaves, O cherished Tree of State ! 



But words are sounding voids when hands are waiting 



To set the royal seal of praise to-day ; 

 And show a love enduring, unabating, 



By planting thy dear rootlets by the way. 



Long live the Maple, grand and great ! 

 Proud Emblem Tree of the Empire State ! 

 St. Augustine, Fla. Mrs. B. C. RUDE. 



Written for the "ARBOR DAV MANUAL." 



CHILD AND TREE. 



FOR A LITTLE CHILD'S RECITATION". 



I'M like the tiny tree 

 The children plant to-day; 

 And not to blame you see, 

 For making no display. 



To grow we both have room; 



And so we patient wait; 

 And some day may become 



An honor to the State. 



The tiny little tree 



Can never move a pace; 

 But busy as a bee, 



/ flit from place to place. 



Because that I am free 



To study, and to know, 



There's more required of me, 

 Than standing still to grow. 



I move and bring things near, 



The tree must stand and wait; 



But each one in its sphere 



May grow both good and great. 



Waterto-i-n, X. Y. 



E. A. HOLBROOK. 



The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud, 



Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee ; 

 The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud 



Their race in holy writ should mentioned be ; 

 And hungry crows assembled in a crowd. 



Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, 

 Knowing who hears the ravens' cry, and said, 

 "Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread ! " 



11 LONGFELLOW. 



