160 ARBOR DAY 



O DREAMY, GLOOMY, FRIENDLY TREES 



BY HERBERT TRENCH 



O DREAMY, gloomy, friendly Trees, 



I came along your narrow track 

 To bring my gifts unto your knees, 



And gifts did you give back; 

 For when I brought this heart that burns 



These thoughts that bitterly repine 

 And laid them here among the ferns 



And the hum of boughs divine, 

 Ye, vastest breathers of the air, 



Shook down with slow and mighty poise 

 Your coolness on the human care, 



Your wonder on its toys, 

 Your greenness on the heart's despair, 



Your darkness on its noise. 



THE TWIG THAT BECAME A TREE 



ANONYMOUS 



THE tree of which I am about to tell you was once 

 a little twig. There were many others like it, and 

 the farmer came to look at them every day, to see 

 if they were all doing well. 



By and by he began to take away the older and 



