268 ARBOR DAY 



His seamless vesture white 

 He wraps our spirits in; 



He weaves his finest webs of light 

 For us, who toil and spin. 



EPIGRAM* 



BY ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER 



(With a handful of Plymouth Mayflowers) 

 THE Mayflower once filled this shore 



With seekers after truth and duty; 

 And now, each April, fills it o'er 



With seekers after hidden beauty. 



Would it had taught the Fathers why 

 Truth without beauty's half a lie; 



And would it might to us express 



The beauty of their holiness. 



THE DAISY'S SONG 

 (A Fragment) 



BY JOHN KEATS 



THE sun, with his great eye, 

 Sees not as much as I; 

 And the moon, all silver-proud, 

 Might as well be in a cloud. 



* By permission of The Century Co. 



