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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



Where the fire had smoked and smouldered, 



Saw the earliest flower of Spring-time. 

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Thus it was that in the North-land 

 After that unheard-of coldness, 

 That intolerable Winter, 

 Came the Spring with all its splendor, 

 All its birds and all its blossoms, 

 All its flowers and leaves and grasses. 

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"Gitche Manito the Might}', 

 The Great Spirit, the Creator, 

 Sends them hither on his errand, 

 Sends them to us with his message. 

 Whereso'er they move, before them 

 Swarms the stinging-fly, the Ahmo. 

 Swarms the bee, the honey-maker; 



Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath them 

 Springs a flower unknown among us, 

 Spring the White-man's Foot in blossom. 



FAREWELL TO HIAWATHA. 



And the} r said. " Farewell forever ! " 

 Said, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 

 And the forests, dark and lonely, 

 Moved through all their depths of darkness, 

 Sighed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 

 And the waves upon the margin 

 Rising, rippling on the pebbles, 

 Sobbed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha! " 

 And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 

 From her haunts among the fen-lands, 

 Screamed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 



LONGFELLOW. 



THE VIOLET. 



VIOLET! sweet violet! 

 Thine eyes are full of tears; 

 Are they wet 

 Even yet 



With the thought of other years ? 

 Or with gladness are they full, 

 For the night so beautiful, 

 And longing for those far-off spheres ? 



Thy little heart, that hath with love 

 Grown colored like the sky above, 

 On which thou lookest ever, 



Can it know 



All the woe 



Of hope for what returneth never, 

 All the sorrow and the longing 

 To these hearts of ours belonging ? 



Out on it! no foolish pining 



For the sky 



Dims thine eye, 



Or for the stars so calmly shining; 

 Like thee let this soul of mine 

 Take hue from that wherefor I long, 

 Self-stayed and high, serene and strong, 

 Not satisfied with hoping but divine. 



Violet! dear violet! 

 Thy blue eyes are only wet 

 With joy and love of Him who sent thee, 

 And for the fulfilling sense 

 Of that glad obedience 



Which made thee all that Nature meant 

 thee. 



LOWELL. 



THE FIR TREE. 



HARK, hark! What does the Fir tree say? Creak, creak! Listen! " Be firm, be true, 

 Standing still all night, all day The winter's frost and the summer's dew 



Never a moan from over his way. Are all in God's time, and all for you. 



Green through all the winter's gray Only live your life, and your duty do, 



What does the steadfast Fir tree say ? And be brave, and strong, steadfast and true." 

 Chaulauqztan, March, 1884. LuELLA CLARK. 



