ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. \ 8 1 



SPRING IS COMING. 



LO ! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone ; 

 The flowers appear upon the earth ; 

 The time of the singing of birds is come, 

 And the voice of the turtle is heard in the land. 



Song of Solomon. 



Spring is coming ! Spring is coming ! 

 Birds are chirping, insects humming; 

 Flowers are peeping from their sleeping ; 

 Streams, escaped from winter's keeping, 

 In delighted freedom rushing, 

 Dance along in music gushing. 



The pleasant spring is here again; 



Its voice is in the trees ; 

 It smiles from every sunny glen, 



It whispers in the breeze. 



All is beauty, all is mirth, 



All is glory on the earth. 



Shout we then, with nature's voice, 



Welcome, spring! rejoice, rejoice! 







AUTUMN LEAVES. 



THOU who bearest on thy thoughtful face 



The wearied calm that follows after grief, 



See how the autumn guides each loosened leaf 

 To sure repose in its own sheltered place. 

 Ah, not forever whirl they in the race 



Of wild forlorn ness round the gathered sheaf, 



Or hurrying onward, in a rapture brief, 

 Spin o'er the moorlands into trackless space ! 

 Some hollow captures each ; some- sheltering wall 



Arrests the wanderer on its aimless way; 

 The autumn's pensive beauty needs them all, 



And winter finds them warm, though sere and gray, 

 They nurse young blossoms for the spring's sweet call, 



And shield new leaflets for the burst of May. 

 Century, 1888. THOMAS W. HlGGIXSON. 



Tis education forms the common mind ; 

 Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined. 



POPE. 



