262 ARBOR DAY 



THE WATER-LILY* 



BY JOHN BANISTER TABB 



WHENCE, O fragrant form of light, 

 Hast thou drifted through the night, 

 Swanlike, to a leafy nest, 

 On the restless waves, at rest? 



Art thou from the snowy zone 

 Of a mountain-summit blown, 

 Or the blossom of a dream, 

 Fashioned in the foamy stream? 



Nay methinks the maiden moon, 

 When the daylight came too soon, 

 Fleeting from her bath to hide, 

 Left her garment in the tide. 



TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY 



BY ROBERT BURNS 



WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 

 Thou's met me in an evil hour; 

 For I maun crush amang the stoure 



Thy slender stem; 

 To spare thee now is past my pow'r, 



Thou bonnie gem. 



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



