ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
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SUNSET. 
T HE evening shadows lengthen on the lawn: 
Westward, our immemorial chestnuts stand, 
A mount of shade; but o’er the cedars drawn, 
Between the hedge-row trees, in many a band 
Of brightening gold, the sunshine lingers on, 
And soon will touch our oaks with parting hand: 
And down the distant valley all is still, 
And flushed with purple smiles the beckoning hill. 
Come, leave the flowery terrace, leave the beds 
Where Southern children wake to Northern air: 
Let yon mimosas droop their tufted heads, 
These myrtle-trees their nuptial beauty wear, 
And while the dying day reluctant treads 
From tree-top unto tree-top, with me share 
The scene’s idyllic peace, the evening’s close, 
The balm of twilight, and the land’s repose. 
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Bayard Taylor. 
UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. 
U NDER the greenwood tree, 
Who loves to lie with me, 
And tune his merry note 
Unto the sweet bird’s throat? 
Come hither, come hither, come hither; 
Here shall we see 
No enemy 
But winter and rough weather. 
Who doth ambition shun, 
And loves to live in the sun, 
Seeking the food he eats, 
And pleased with what he gets ? 
Come hither, come hither, come hither; 
Here shall we see 
No enemy 
But winter and rough weather. 
Shakspeare. 
TREES OF CORN. 
T HE child looked out upon the field The mother from the window looked 
And said with a little cry: Out in the rosy morn, 
•“ Mamma, what is it makes the grass “ What makes the grass grow up so high ? 
Grow up so big and high?” Why, those are trees of corn.” 
“ What, trees of corn? ” said the happy child, 
Within the nursery walls,. 
“ Are those the kind of trees that bear 
The great big pop-corn balls?” 
Good Cheer. 
