130 ARBOR DAY 



Now on the plum the snowy bloom is sifted, 



Now on the peach the glory of the rose, 

 Over the hills a tender haze is drifted, 



Full to the brim the yellow river flows. 

 Dark cypress boughs with vivid jewels glisten, 



Greener than emeralds shining in the sun. 

 Who has wrought the magic? Listen, sweetheart, 

 listen! 



The mocking-bird is singing Spring has begun. 



Hark, in his song no tremor of misgiving! 



All of his heart he pours into his lay 

 "Love, love, love, and pure delight of living: 



Winter is forgotten: here's a happy day!" 

 Fair in your face I read the flowery presage, 



Snowy on your brow and rosy on your mouth : 

 Sweet in your voice I hear the season's message 



Love, love, love, and Spring in the South ! 



THE SPRING 



BY JAMES SPEED 



HAVE you ever gone into the woods on an early day, 

 a day when the wind was still cold, but in the south ? 

 One of those days when the smile of the sun and the 

 soft noise of the wind make you know in some vague 

 way that spring is coming? If you have not, try it. 

 Go sit at the base of some old man of the woods 

 whose sides are gray and green with clinging lichens 



