ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
They pay the best attention 
To all a birdie sings. 
Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, I’m glad, bob-o-link! 
The brook says I’m pretty, 
Now what do you think ? 
Three or more Pupils : 
We’re the cat birds and whip-poor-wills, but we’ll not tell 
The secrets we’ve learned in the shaded dell. 
All (singing or reciting) : 
Come out, boys.and girls, and we’ll sing you a song; 
Come early; we sing in the morning 
When the spirits of sunrise with colors rare 
Are sky and hilltops adorning. 
Annie Chase. 
EFFECTS OF SPRING. 
T HE great sun, 
Scattering the clouds with a resistless smile, 
Came forth to do thee homage; a sweet hymn 
Was by the low winds chanted in the sky; 
And when thy feet descended on the earth, 
Scarce could they move amid the clustering flowers 
By nature strewn o’er valley, hill and field, 
To hail her blessed deliverer ! Ye fair trees, 
How are ye changed, and changing while I gaze ! 
It seems as if some gleam of verdant light 
Fell on you from a rainbow ; but it lives 
Amid your tendrils, brightening every hour 
Into a deeper radiance. Ye sweet birds, 
Were you asleep through all the wintry hours, 
Beneath the waters, or in mossy caves? 
Yet are ye not, 
Sporting in tree and air, more beautiful 
Than the young lambs, that, from the valley side, 
Send a soft bleating like an infant’s voice,' 
Half happy, half afraid ! O blessed things ! 
At sight of this your perfect innocence, 
The sterner thoughts of manhood melt away 
Into a mood as mild as woman’s dreams. 
Wilson. 
“ He that goes barefoot must not plant thorns.” 
