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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
Now the cooling drops come, sparkling down, 
Tra la la la la la la la la la, 
Now daisy has a bran new crown, 
Proud little daisy fair. 
At night when the dear sun goes to sleep. 
And all the dews around her weep, 
She turns this way, for one more peep. 
Good night, little daisy fair. 
Chorus. 
Gymnastics for the School Room. Annie CHASE, 
THE IVY GREEN. 
O H, a dainty plant is the ivy green. 
That creepeth o’er ruins old ! 
Of right choice food are his meals I ween, 
In his'cell so lone and cold. 
The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed, 
To pleasure his dainty whim ; 
And the mold’ring dust that years have made 
Is a merry meal for him. 
Creeping where no life is seen, 
A rare old plant is the ivy green. 
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, 
And a stanch old heart has he ! 
How closely he twineth, how tightly he clings. 
To his friend, the huge oak tree ! 
And slyly he traileth along the ground, 
And his leaves he gently waves, 
And he joyously twines and hugs around 
The rich mold of dead men’s graves. 
Creeping where no life is seen, 
A rare old plant is the ivy green. 
Whole ages have fled, and their works decayed, 
And nations scattered been ; 
But the stout old ivy shall never fade 
From its hale and hearty green. 
The brave old plant in its lonely days 
Shall fatten upon the past; 
For the stateliest building man can raise 
Is the ivy’s food at last. 
Creeping where no life is seen, 
A rare old plant is the ivy green. 
Charles Dickens- 
