ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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I see them now, thy garnered leaves adorning 
The palace hall and hovel, yea the bier, 
They turn the night of poverty to morning 
And bring to gilded homes a touch of cheer, 
And even death they decorate — 
Thy leaves, O cherished Tree of State ! 
But words are sounding voids when hands are waiting 
To set the royal seal of praise to-day; 
And show a love enduring, unabating, 
By planting thy dear rootlets by the way. 
Long live the Maple, grand and great! 
Proud Emblem Tree of the Empire State ! 
St. Augustine, Fla. Mrs. B. C. Rude. 
Written for the “Arbor Day Manual.” 
CHILD AND TREE. 
FOR A LITTLE CHILD’S RECITATION. 
I ’M like the tiny tree 
The children plant to-day; 
And not to blame you see. 
For making no display. 
The tiny little tree 
Can never move a pace; 
But bus}' as a bee, 
/ flit from place to place. 
To grow we both have room; 
And so we patient wait; 
And some day may become 
An honor to the State. 
Because that I am free 
To study, and to know. 
There’s more required of me, 
Than standing still to grow. 
I move and bring things near, 
The tree must stand and wait; 
But each one in its sphere 
May grow both good and great. 
Watertown , N . V . E. A. Holbrook. 
The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud, 
Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee ; 
The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud 
Their race in holy writ should mentioned be; 
And hungry crows assembled in a crowd, 
Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly. 
Knowing who hears the ravens’ cry, and said, 
“Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread ! ” 
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Longfellow. 
