ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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Violets: 
We are the sweet flowers, 
Born of sunny showers, 
(Think, whene’er you see us, what our beauty saith), 
Utterance mute and bright, 
Of some unknown delight; 
We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath, 
All who see us love us — 
We benefit all places ; 
Unto sorrow we give smiles and unto graces — races. 
Leigh Hunt. 
Pink-: 
And, dearer I, the pink, must be, 
And me thou sure dost choose, 
Or else the gard’ner ne’er for me 
Such watchful care would use ; 
A crowd of leaves enriching bloom ! 
And mine through life the sweet perfume, 
And all the thousand hues. 
Goethe. 
Daisy : 
The flower that’s bright with the sun’s own light, 
And hearty and true and bold, 
Is the daisy sweet that nods at your feet, 
And sprinkles the fields with gold. 
Daffodil : 
The dainty lady daffodil 
Hath donned her amber gown, 
And on her fair and sunny head 
Sparkles her golden crown. 
Her tall green leaves, like sentinels, 
Surround my lady’s throne, 
And graciously in happy state, 
She reigns a queen alone. 
Arbutus : 
If spring has maids of honor, 
And why should not the spring, 
With all her dainty service, 
Have thought of some such thing? 
Mary E. Sharpe. 
If spring has maids of honor, 
Arbutus leads the train; 
A lovelier, a fairer, 
The spring would seek in vain. 
H. H. 
