ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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OUR ALMANAC. 
R OBINS in the tree-tops, 
Blossoms in the grass; 
Green things a-growing 
Everywhere you pass ; 
Sudden little breezes ; 
Showers of silver dew; 
Black bough and bent twig 
Budding out anew! 
Pine-tree and willow-tree, 
Fringed elm and larch, 
Don’t you think that May-time’s 
Pleasanter than March ? 
Apples in the orchard, 
Mellowing one by one ; 
Strawberries upturning 
Soft cheeks to the sun; 
Roses, faint with sweetness; 
Lilies, fair of face ; 
Drowsy scents and murmurs 
Haunting every place. 
Lengths of golden sunshine ; 
Moonlight bright as day — 
Don’t you think that Summer’s 
Pleasanter than May ? 
Roger in the corn-patch, 
Whistling negro songs; 
Pussy by the hearth-side, 
Romping with the tongs; 
Chestnuts in the ashes, 
Bursting through the rind; 
Red-leaf and gold-leaf, 
Rustling down the wind ; 
Mother doing peaches 
All the afternoon — 
Don’t you think that Autumn’s 
Pleasanter than June? 
Little fairy snow-flakes, 
Dancing in the flue ; 
Old Mr. Santa Claus, 
What is keeping you ? 
Twilight and sfirelight; 
Shadows come and go ; 
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