332 ARBOR DAY 



But to each thought and thing allied, 

 Is perfect Nature's every part, 

 Rooted in the mighty Heart. 



EMERSON. 



Third Pupil. 

 One impulse from a vernal wood 



May teach you more of man, 

 Of moral evil and of good, 

 Than all the sages can. 



WORDSWORTH. 



Fourth Pupil. 



Faint murmurs from the pine-tops reach my ear, 

 As if a harp-string touched in some far sphere 

 Vibrating in the lucid atmosphere, 

 Let the soft south wind waft its music here. 



T. B. ALDRICH. 



Fifth Pupil. 



Old trees in their living state are the only things 

 that money cannot command. Rivers leave their 

 beds, run into cities and traverse mountains for it; 

 obelisks and arches, palaces and temples, amphi- 

 theaters and pyramids rise up like exhalations at its 

 bidding. Even the free spirit of man, the only thing 

 great on earth, crouches and cowers in its presence. 

 It passes away and vanishes before venerable trees. 



LANDOR. 



