ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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Tenth Pupil : 
Did you ever, while wandering in the forest about the first of June, have your 
-eyes dazzled at a distance with what you supposed to be a tree ladened with 
snow? It was the Dog-wood ., glittering in its white blossoms. It brightens the 
last days of spring with its floral beauty. 
Eleventh Pupil : 
While admiring the dog-wood, an odor of exquisite sweetness may salute 
you; and, if at all conversant in tree knowledge, you will k now it is the Bass¬ 
wood, clustered with yellow blossoms, golden bells pouring out such strong, 
-delicious fragrance, you must all realize the idea of Shelley. 
All : 
And the hyacinths, purple and white and blue, 
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew, 
Of music so delicate, soft and intense, 
It was felt like an odor within the sense. 
LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. 
T HE breaking waves dashed high 
On a stern and rock-bound coast, 
And the woods against a stormy sky 
Their giant branches tossed. 
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Not as the conqueror comes, 
They, the true-hearted came, 
Not with the roll of stirring drums, 
And the trumpet that sings of fame, 
Not as the flying come, 
In silence and in fear ; 
They shook the depths of the desert’s gloom 
With their hymns of lofty cheer. 
Amidst the storms they sang ; 
And the stars heard, and the sea; 
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang 
To the anthem of the free. 
The ocean eagle soared 
From his nest by the white wave’s foam ; 
And the rocking pines of the forest roared ; 
This was their welcome home ! 
Mrs. Hemans. 
