ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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PLANTING FOR THE FUTURE. 
T N youth’s glad morning hour, 
I All life a holiday doth seem ; 
We glance adown time’s vista long 
Beholding but the sunny gleam. 
The happy hearts that meet to-day, 
In a loving band are drawn more near 
By the loving end that crowns our work, 
Planting trees for a future year. 
0 tender trees ! ye may thrive and grow. 
And spread your branches to the sun, 
When the youthful band assembled here, 
Has reaped life’s harvest, every one. 
When the shining eye shall lose its fire, 
When the rosy cheek shall fade away, 
Thou’lt drink of the dew and bask in the light 
Forgetful of this Arbor Day. 
The bounding heart, the active limb, 
The merry laugh and sparkling jest, 
Be mingled with the things of earth, 
And sink to solitude and rest. 
But o’er this ground with branching arms, 
These trees shall cast their leafy shade, 
And other hearts as light and gay, 
Shall reap the shelter we have made. 
So let our planting ever be, 
Something in store for a future year, 
When homeward with our harvest bound, 
We’ll meet the Master without fear. 
Little Falls, N. Y., 1889. Harriet B. Wright. 
G RAY in his “ Elegy ” speaks of “ the nodding beech ” with its “ old fantastic 
roots,’’the “favorite tree'” of the “youth to fortune and to fame un¬ 
known,” for whom he writes his “ Epitaph.” 
He also says in his churchyard musings : 
“ Beneath those rugged elms , that yew trees shade 
When heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap. 
Each in his narrow cell* forever laid 
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.” 
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