ARBOR DAY MAX UAL. 



BOAT SONG. 



THE EVER-GREEN PIXE. 



HAIL to the Chief who in triumph advances ! 

 Honored and blessed be the ever green Pine ! 

 Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, 

 Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! 

 Heaven send it happy dew, 

 Earth send it sap anew, 

 Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow, 

 While every Highland glen 

 Sends our shout back again, 

 "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !" 



Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain, 



Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade , 



When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain, 

 The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade, 

 Moored in the rifted rock, 

 Proof to the tempest's shock, 

 Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow ; 



Monteith and Breadalbane, then, 

 Echo his praise again, 

 " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe ! ' ' 



SCOTT'S Lady of the Lake The Island. 



SEED WORD. 



>WAS nothing, a mere idle word, But yet as on the passing wind 



From careless lips, that fell, Is borne the little seed, 



Forgot, perhaps, as soon as said, Which blooms, unheeded, as a flower 

 And purposeless as well. Or as a noisome weed, 



So, often will a single word 



Unknown, its end fulfill, 

 And bear, in seed, the flower and fruit 



Of actions good or ill. 



THE ROSE. 



ROSE! thou art the sweetest flower Are amorous of thy scented sigh; 



That ever drank the amber shower ; Cupid, too, in Paphian shades, 

 Rose! thou art the fondest child His hair with rosy fillet braids ; 



Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph %vild! Then bring me showers of roses, bring, 

 Even the gods who walk the sky And shed them round me while I sing. 



MOORE'S Odes of Anacreon. 

 *Black Roderick, the descendant of Alpine 



