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ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 
I STOOD upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch 
Was glorious with the sun’s returning march, 
And woods were brightened, and soft gales 
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales. 
The clouds were far beneath me ; bathed in light, 
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height, 
And, in their fading glory, shone 
Like hosts in battle overthrown, 
As many a pinnacle with shifting glance, 
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, 
And rocking on the cliff was left 
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft. 
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below 
Glowed the rich valley, and the river’s flow 
Was darkened by the forest’s shade, 
Or glistened in the white cascade : 
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day, 
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way. 
1 heard the distant waters dash, 
I saw the current whirl and flash, 
And richly, by the blue lake’s silver beach, 
The woods are bending with a silent reach. 
Then o’er the gale with gentle swell, 
The music of the village bell 
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; 
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, 
Was ringing to the merry shout, 
That faint and far the glen sent out, 
Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, 
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. 
If thou art worn and hard beset 
With sorrows, that thou would’st forget 
If thou would’st read a lesson, that will keep 
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, 
Go to the woods and hills! No tears 
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 
Longfellow 
Temperance is a tree which has for a root very little contentment, and for 
fruit, calm and peace. 
Buddha. 
