ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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FLOWERS. 
S PAKE full well, in language quaint and olden. 
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, 
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, 
Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine. 
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Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, 
God hath written in those stars above; 
But not less in the bright flowerets under us 
Stand the revelation of His love. 
Bright and glorious is,that revelation, 
Written all over this great world of ours; 
Making evident our own creation, 
In these stars of earth, these golden flowers. 
Everywhere about us they are glowing, 
Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born; 
Others, their blue' eyes with tears o’erflowing, 
Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn. 
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In all places then, and in all seasons, 
Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, 
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, 
How akin they are to human things. 
And with childlike, credulous affection 
We behold their tender buds expand; 
Emblems of our own great resurrection, 
Emblems of the bright and better land. 
Longfellow. 
THE YOUNG DANDELION. 
I AM a bold fellow 
As ever was seen, 
With my shield of yellow, 
In the grass green. 
You may uproot me 
From field and from lane 
Trample me, cut me,— 
spring up again. 
Drive me from garden 
In anger and pride. 
I’ll thrive and harden 
By the roadside. 
Not a bit fearful, 
Showing my face, 
Always so cheerful, 
In every place. 
Mrs. Craik. 
