i6 4 ARBOR DAY 



When naught is thine that made thee once so fair, 



I love to watch thy shadowy form below, 

 And through thy leafless arms to look above 

 On stars that brighter beam, when most we need 

 their love. 



THE GLORY OF THE WOODS* 



BY SUSAN FENIMORE COOPER 



OF THE infinite variety of fruits which spring 

 from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the 

 wood are greatest in dignity. Of all the works 

 of the creation which know the changes of life 

 and death, the trees of the forest have the 

 longest existence. Of all the objects which 

 crown the gray earth, the woods preserve un- 

 changed, throughout the greatest reach of time, 

 their native character. The works of man are 

 ever varying their aspect; his towns and his fields 

 alike reflect the unstable opinions, the fickle 

 wills and fancies of each passing generation; but 

 the forests on his borders remain to-day the same 

 as they were ages of years since. Old as the ever- 

 lasting hills, during thousands of seasons they have 

 put forth and laid down their verdure in calm obe- 

 dience to the decree which first bade them cover the 

 ruins of the Deluge. 



* By permission of the Baker and Taylor Company, New York. 



