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ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
And, falling on my weary brain, 
Like a fast-falling shower, 
The dreams of youth came back again, 
Low lisnings of the summer rain, 
Dropping on the ripened grain 
As once upon the flower. 
Longfellow. 
H AIL May ! wit'h fair queen and May-pole, 
Your sweet-scented garlands unroll, 
Hail spring-time ! dear queen of the seasons. 
You all of the others control. 
The crocuses dance first.to meet you 
From the dazzle of snow’s icy sheen : 
Then springs up the dainty arbutus 
From under its dead brown-leaf screen. 
And listen! a sound of sweet music 
Steals into the school-room to-day, 
’Tis the song of gay robin and blue-bird, 
In the meadows and woodlands, away. 
But listen again ! happy children 
Are singing of spring, lovely spring; 
Of all of her many bright blessings, 
The beauty and joy she may bring. 
Now what can we do for our spring-time 
That has been so kind to us all; 
Who gives the earth all of her beauty 
And music of birds great and small? 
We will be so kind to our playmates— _ 
There will ne’er be heard cross word or cry; 
And to do the will of our teacher, 
And our heavenly Master, we’ll try. 
Blessed be God for flowers ! 
For the bright, gentle, holy thoughts, that breathe 
From out their odorous beauty, like a wreath 
Of sunshine on life’s hours ! 
Mrs. Charles Tinsley. 
