ARBOR DAY MANUAL. 
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Alders loved it, and seemed to keep 
Patient watch as it lay asleep, 
Mirroring clearly the trees and sky, 
And the flitting form of the dragon fly. 
Save where the swift-winged swallow played 
In and out in the sun and shade, 
And darting and circling in merry chase, 
Dipped and dimpled its clear, dark face. 
Fluttering lightly from brink to brink, 
Followed the garrulous bobolink, 
Rallying loudly with mirthful din, 
The pair who lingered unseen within. 
And when from the friendly bridge at last 
Into the road beyond they passed, 
Again beside them the tempter went, 
Keeping the thread of his argument— 
“Kiss her! kiss her! chink-a-chee-chee! 
I’ll not mention it. 1 Don’t mind me! 
I’ll be sentinel — I can see 
All around from this tall birch tree ! ” 
But ah ! they noted — nor deemed it strange — 
In his rollicking chorus a trifling change : 
“ Do it! ‘do it! ”—with might and main 
Warbled the tell-tale— “ kiss her again!,” 
The Aldine. 
TWO LITTLE ROSES. 
O NE merry summer day 
Two roses were at play; 
All at once they took a notion 
They would like to run away 1 
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They stole along my fence ; 
They clambered up my wall; 
They climbed into my window 
To make a morning call! 
Queer little roses; 
Funny little roses, 
Queer little roses ; 
Funny little roses, 
To want to run away ! 
St. Nicholas , 1888. 
To make a morning call! 
Julia P. Ballard. 
“Our ships were British oak, 
And hearts qf oak our men.' 
S. J. Arnold’s Death of Nelson ... 
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