224 ARBOR DAY 



Till the smooth temper of my age should be 

 Like the high leaves upon the Holly-tree. 



And as, when all the summer trees are seen 



So bright and green, 

 The Holly-leaves a sober hue display 



Less bright than they, 



But when the bare and wintry woods we see, 

 What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree ? 



So serious should my youth appear among 



The thoughtless throng; 

 So would I seem, amid the young and gay, 



More grave than they, 

 That in my age as cheerful I might be 

 As the green winter of the Holly-tree. 



A DISCOURSE ON TREES 



BY HENRY WARD BEECHER 



To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. 

 We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, 

 and all things that do grow under them, or around 

 them "the whole leaf and root tribe." Not 

 alone where they are in their glory, but in whatever 

 state they are in leaf, or ruined with frost, or pow- 

 dered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in 

 severe outline stripped and bare against a Novem- 

 ber sky we love them. Our heart warms at the 



