ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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THE PATRIOT’S PASSWORD. 
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, 
A living wall, a human wood ! — 
A wall, where every conscious stone 
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown ; 
A rampart all assaults to bear, 
Till time to dust their frames should wear 
A wood,— like that enchanted grove 
In which with fiends Rinaldo strove. 
Where every silent tree possessed 
A spirit imprisoned in its breast, 
Which the first stroke of coming strife 
Might startle into hideous life : 
,So still, so dense the Austrians stood, 
A living wall, a human wood ! 
Impregnable their front appears, 
All-horrent with projected spears, 
Whose polished points before them shine, 
From flank to flank, one brilliant line, 
Bright as the breakers’ splendors run 
Along the billows to the sun. 
“ Make way for liberty ! ” he cried, 
Then ran with arms extended wide, 
As if his dearest friend to clasp ; 
Ten spears he swept within his grasp: 
“ Make way for liberty ! ” he cried, 
Their keen points crossed from side to side 
He bowed amidst them, like a tree, 
And thus made way for liberty. 
James Montgomery. 
YOUNG TIMOTHY AND THE FORGET-ME-NOTS. 
Y OUNG Timothy crept to the old meadow bars, 
And between the brown rails peeping through, 
Saw,— what do you think,— on the opposite side ? 
Two eyes of the prettiest blue. 
Two eyes of the prettiest, bluest of blue, 
For-get-me-nots hid in the grass ; 
But he couldn’t climb over, and couldn’t crawl through, 
And he’s peeping, still peeping, alas ! 
St. Nicholas , 1888. 
Estelle Thomson, 
