THE TULIP TREE BLOSSOM. 
Daily beneatli our careless feet, 
We tread the verdaut sod, 
And at eacL. step sucli treasures meet. 
As come from none but God. 
They grow along tbe way-side bank. 
Each, sunbeam gives them birth. 
They gild with light our pilgrim path, — 
We call them stars of earth. 
Above the earth, far, far away. 
Stretches an azure field. 
And every rood of all that ground. 
Doth countless beauties yield. 
When slowly and with noiseless tread. 
Descend the dews of even. 
They shine to cheer our nightly way, — 
We call them fiowers of heaven. 
Between the blossoms of the sky. 
And stars that strew the earth. 
Blooms what I call a child of air, — 
A fiower of lofty birth. 
The birds that gaily soar for heaven. 
To rest the weary wing, 
Now deeming they are half-way there. 
Perch on its boughs and sing. 
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