9 o ARBOR DAY 



Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, 

 The flocks are whiter down the vale, 

 And milkier every milky sail 



On winding stream or distant sea; 



Where now the seamew pipes, or dives 

 In yonder greening gleam, and fly 

 The happy birds, that change their sky 



To build and brood; that live their lives 



From land to land; and in my breast 

 Spring wakens too; and my regret 

 Becomes an April violet, 



And buds and blossoms like the rest. 



FROM 

 GOD OF THE OPEN AIR* 



BY HENRY VAN DYKE 



WHILE the tremulous leafy haze on the woodland 



is spreading, 

 And the bloom on the meadow betrays where May 



has been treading; 

 While the birds on the branches above, and the 



brooks flowing under, 

 Are singing together of love in a world full of wonder, 



* From " Music and Other Poems," copyright, 1904, by Charles 

 Scribner's Sons. 



