ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL. 
\ LL things bright and beautiful 
All creatures great and small, 
All things wise and wonderful,— 
The Lord God made them all. 
Each little flower that opens, 
Each little bird that sings, 
He made their glowing colors, 
He made their tiny wings. 
The purple-headed mountain. 
The river, running by, 
The morning, and the sunset 
That lighteth up the sky. 
The tall trees in the green wood. 
The pleasant summer sun. 
The ripe fruits in the garden,— 
He made them, every one. 
He gave us eyes to see them, 
And lips that we might tell 
How great is God Almighty, 
Who hath made all things well. 
C. F. Alexander. 
SING A SONG TO ME. 
FOR FOUR LITTLE PUPILS. 
L ITTLE robin in the tree 
Sing a song to me. 
Sing about the roses 
On the garden wall, 
Sing about the birdies 
On the tree-top tall. 
Tiny tomtit in the hedge. 
Sing a song to me. 
Sing about the mountain. 
Sing about the sea, 
Sing about the steamboats — 
Is there one for me ? 
Little lark up in the sky 
Sing a song to me. 
Sing about the cloud-land, 
Far off in the sky; 
When you go there calling. 
Do your children cry? 
Sooty blackbird in the field. 
Sing a song to me. 
Sing about the farmer. 
Planting corn and beans* 
Sing about the harvest — 
I know what that means. 
SPRING SONG. 
H ARK, the robins sweetly sing, 
List, and hear the bluebirds ring. 
Little May-flowers, swinging low, 
Your pale faces to and fro. 
Whispering softly, “ Come and see, 
We the children’s friend will be. 
Close beside the sheltering grass. 
Stoop and pluck us as ye pass.” 
White and cold the winter’s snow. 
Loud and rough north winds did blow* 
But beneath our blanket white. 
Slept we through the wintry night. 
Till we heard the robins sing. 
Whispered we, “ It is the spring,” 
And we op’ed our sleepy eyes. 
For the children’s glad surprise. 
Jessie Norton. 
