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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
FOREIGN LANDS. 
U P into the cherry-tree 
Who should climb but little me? 
1 held the trunk with both my hands, 
And looked abroad on foreign lands. 
I saw the next-door garden lie, 
Adorned with flowers, before my eye, 
And many pleasant places more 
That I had never seen before. 
I saw the dimpling river pass 
And be the sky’s blue looking-glass; 
And dusty roads go up and down, 
And people tramping into town. 
If I could find a higher tree, 
Farther and farther I could see, 
To where the grown-up river slips 
Into the sea among the ships — 
To where the roads on either hand 
Lead onward into fairy-land, 
Where all the children dine at five, 
And all the playthings are alive. 
GOD PROVIDETH FOR THE MORROW. 
L O ! the lilies of the field, 
How their leaves instruction yield ; 
Hark to nature’s lesson, given 
By the blessed birds of heaven ! 
Every bush and tufted tree 
Warbles sweet philosophy: 
“Mortal,'fly from doubt and sorrow; 
God provideth for the morrow. 
“ Say, with richer crimson glows 
The kingly mantle or the rose ? 
Say, have kings more wholesome fare 
Than we poor citizens of air? 
Barns nor hoarded grain have we, 
Yet we carol merrily : 
Mortal, flee from doubt and sorrow; 
God provideth for the morrow.’ 
