96 STATE POMOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 



Fair is the star-eyed daisj-, 



Queenly the golden-rod, 

 Sweet is the purple violet 



Peeping up from the sod, 

 And the royal buttercup 



Over the fields can reign. 

 But we want to carry something else • 



Out of the woods of Maine. 



We will goto the deepest forests, 



Where the brooks and the sparrows sing. 

 And a branch from the tallest tree-top 



Out of the shades we'll bring. 

 And we'll pick for our mother's garland 



A branch that is truly ours, 

 From a tree she gave us long ago. 



And will weave it among the flowers. 



Mother of States and Nations! 



Mother of noble men ! 

 Out of the pine-tree-forests 



We come to thee again. 

 Forest and happy island. 



River and singing sea. 

 Brooklet and bird and maiden 



Join in the jubilee. 



We have given our sons and brothers 



In the days of bitter strife. 

 We have given our heart's best treasures 



For liberty's precious life. 

 They lie by many a hill-side, 



They sleep by many a plain. 

 And because they died we can send a gift 



Out of the woods of Maine. 



Not to the sound of bugle, 



Not with the martial drum 

 Do we bring this gift, but with blessings, 



And with songs of peace we come, 

 Over the hills and valleys. 



Saved by the blood of the slain. 

 We bring our pledge of loyalty 



To thee, and the State of Maine. 



Mother of States and Nations! 



We bring our native pine, 

 And we swear by the faith we owe thee. 



And the help of the hand divine, 

 Love that is strong and fervent, 



Love that is sweet and pure, 

 Growing, forever growing. 



As long as the pines endure. 



DISCUSSION. 



Dr. M. C. Fernald — I had no idea of opeuing this discussion in 

 regard to the flower which should be selected in the State of Maine. 

 There are some reasons why the pine is not a correct one to select, 

 though that may sound a little strange to residents of ''The Pine 



