252 ARBOR DAY 



Here is Venus, here is Mars, 

 Here's a bunch of Pleiades. 



(Did you ever know that stars 

 Smelt as sweet as these?) 



Here's a golden girdle, too; 



What will poor Orion do? 



Let us, from some hidden nook, 

 Watch for Folk Beyond the Moon. 



Don't you think they'll come to look 

 For the truants soon? 



Wait until the sun has set, 



For they won't have missed them yet. 



A SAYING OF LINN^US* 



BY JOHN FISKE 



From Through Nature to God 

 I OFTEN think, when working over my plants, of 

 what Linnaeus once said of the unfolding of a blos- 

 som: "I saw God in His glory passing near me, and 

 bowed my head in worship." The scientific aspect 

 of the same thought has been put into words by 

 Tennyson : 



Flower in the crannied wall, 



I pluck you out of the crannies; 



Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 



Little flower but if I could understand 



What you are, root and all, and all in all, 



I should know what God and man is. 



* By permission of the publishers, Houghton, Mifflin & Co. 



