38 ARBOR DAY 



Boughs their strength uprear, 



New shoots every year 



On old growths appear. 

 Thou shalt teach the ages, sturdy tree, 

 Youth of soul is immortality. 



He who plants a tree, 



He plants love. 



Tents of coolness spreading out above 

 Wayfarers he may not live to see. 



Gifts that grow are best; 



Hands that bless are blest; 



Plant: Life does the rest! 

 Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree, 

 And his work its own reward shall be. 



