348 ARBOR DAY 



Ever since then, angels 



Hold us in their hands; 

 You may see them where they take 



In pictures their sweet stands. 



Like the garden's angels 



Also do we seem, 

 And not the less for being crown'd 



With a golden dream. 



Could you see around us 



The enamoured air, 

 You would see it pale with bliss 



To hold a thing so fair. 



SWEETBRIER 



Wild-rose, Sweetbrier, Eglantine 

 All these pretty names are mine, 

 And scent in every leaf is mine, 

 And a leaf for all is mine, 

 And the scent oh, that's divine! 

 Happy sweet and pungent-fine, 

 Pure as dew and picked as wine. 



As the Rose in gardens dress'd, 



Is the lady self-possess'd; 



I'm the lass in simple vest, 



The country lass whose blood's the best; 



Were the beams that thread the brier 



