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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



D-AFFODIL. 

 I am the Daffodil. 



The dainty Lady Daffodil 



Hath donned her amber gown, 

 And on her fair and sunny head 



Sparkles her golden crown. 



A-STER. 

 I am the Aster. 



The Autumn woods the Aster knows. 



The empty nest, the wind that grieves, 



The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, 



The squirrel chattering overhead, 



The timid rabbits lighter tread 

 Among the rustling leaves. 



Her tall green leaves, like sentinels. 

 Surround my Lady's throne, 



And graciously in happy state, 

 She reigns a queen alone. 



And still beside the shadowy glen 



She holds the color of the skies ; 

 Along the purpling wayside steep 

 She hangs her fringes passing deep, 

 And meadows drowned in happy state 

 Are lit by starry eyes ! 



Y-ELLOW COWSLIP. 



I am the Yellow Cowslip. 



Welcome, thrice welcome ! all our friends, 



I have not much to bring, 

 I'm but the Yellow Cowslip, 



The humblest flower of Spring; 



But since before the fairest bloom, 

 It must be mine to die, 



Oh, give to me one gentle smile, 

 Pray, do not pass me by. 



A-R-B-O-R D-A-Y. 



All 



We are the sweet flowers, We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath, 



Born of sunny showers, All who see us love us 



(Think, whene'er you see us, what our beauty saith); We benefit all places ; 



Utterance, mute and bright, Unto sorrow we give smiles and unto graces, races. 



Of some unknown delight, 



Arranged by EDWARD C. DELANO. 



THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. 



HE took the children by the hand, 

 Tears standing in their eye, 

 And bade them straightway follow him, 



And look they did not crye ; 

 And two long miles he led them on, 



While they for food complained ; 

 Staye here, quoth he, I'll bring you bread, 

 When I come back againe. 



These pretty babes, with hand in hand 



Went wandering up and downe ; 

 But never more could see the man 



Approaching from the town ; 

 Their prettye lippcs with black-berries, 



Were all besmeared and dyed, 

 And when they sawe the darksome night, 



They sat them downe and cryed. 



Thus wandered these poor innocents, 



Till deathe did end their grief, 

 In one another's arm's they dyed, 



As wanting due relief; 

 No burial this " pretty pair " 



Of any man receives, 

 Till Robin-red-breast piously 



Did cover them with leaves. 

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THOMAS PERCY, 1765. 



