ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



They pay the best attention 



To all a birdie sings. 

 Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, I'm glad, bob-o-link! 



The brook says I'm pretty, 

 Now what do you think ? 



THREE OR MORE PUPILS : 



We're the cat birds and whip-poor-wills, but we'll not tell 

 The secrets we've learned in the shaded dell. 



ALL (SINGING OR RECITING) : 



Come out, boys and girls, and we'll sing you a song; 

 Come early ; we sing in the morning 

 When the spirits of sunrise with colors rare 

 Are sky and hilltops adorning. 



ANNIE CHASE. 



EFFECTS OF SPRING. 



THE great sun, 

 Scattering the clouds with a resistless smile, 

 Came forth to do thee homage; a sweet hymn 

 Was by the low winds chanted in the sky; 

 And when thy feet descended on the earth, 

 Scarce could they move amid the clustering flowers 

 By nature strewn o'er valley, hill and field, 

 To hail her blessed deliverer ! Ye fair trees. 

 How are ye changed, and changing while I gaze ! 

 It seems as if some gleam of verdant light 

 Fell on ) r ou from a rainbow ; but it lives 

 Amid your tendrils, brightening every hour 

 Into a deeper radiance. Ye sweet birds, 

 Were you asleep through all the wintry hours, 

 Beneath the waters, or in mossy caves ? 

 Yet are ye not, 



Sporting in tree and air, more beautiful 

 Than the young lambs, that, from the valley side, 

 Send a soft bleating like an infant's voice, 

 Half happy, half afraid ! O blessed things! 

 At sight of this your perfect innocence. 

 The sterner thoughts of manhood melt away 

 Into a mood as mild as woman's dreams. 



WILSON. 



" He that goes barefoot must not plant thorns." 



