ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



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A WALK IN SPRING. 



IWANDER'D in a lonely glade, 

 Where, issuing from the forest shade, 

 A little mountain stream 

 Along the winding valley play'd, 

 Beneath the morning beam. 



Light o'er the woods of dark brown oak 

 The west wind wreathed the hovering smoke, 



From cottage roofs conceal'd, 

 Below a rock abruptly broke. 



In rosy light reveal'd. 



*T was in the infancy of May, 

 The uplands glow'd in green array. 



While from the ranging eye 

 The lessening landscape stretched away, 



To meet the bending sky. 



'T is sweet in solitude to hear 

 The earliest music of the year, 



The Blackbird's loud wild note, 

 Or, from the wintry thicket drear, 



The Thrush's stammering throat. 



In rustic solitude 't is sweet 



The earliest flowers of Spring to greet, 



The violet from its tomb, 

 The strawberry, creeping at our feet, 



The sorrel's simple bloom. 



Wherefore I love the walks of Spring, 

 While still I hear new warblers sing 



Fresh opening bells I see ; 

 Joy flits on every roving wing, 



Hope buds on every tree. 



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MONTGOMERY. 



MIDSUMMER. 



BEHOLD the flood-tide of the year, 

 The glad midsummer time, 

 When all things bright and fair are here 

 And earth is in its prime. 



In fresh green woods the laurel hides 

 Her blushing waxen bloom ; 



And pink azaleas by the brook 

 Breathe spicy, faint perfume. 



Wild roses by the dusty roads 



Bud, blossom and decay, 

 Content to be for joy of it. 



The pleasure of a day. 



This lovely world, how strangely sweet 



It is! how wondrous fair 

 The starry daisies at my feet ! 



How fresh the. summer air ! 



They bring a message home to me, 

 With lender meaning fraught : 



The lowliest flower our Lord has made 

 Is worth a tender thought. 



And each midsummer blossom-time 

 I learn the lessons o'er, 



This love of field, and flower, and vine. 

 And love of God the more. 



ABBIE F. JUDD. 



Hence lastly springs care of posterities The birch, the myrtle, and the bay 

 For things their kind would everlasting make ; Like friends did all embrace ; 



Hence is it that old men do plant young trees, And their large branches did display 

 The fruit whereof another age shall take. To canopy the place. 



SIR J. DAVIES. DRYDEX. 



