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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
SPRING SONG. 
N OW the lovely spring has come. 
See the fragrant flowers bloom. 
Birds are here with their song. 
Cheering us along. 
Making all our faces bright, 
Till our hearts beat with delight, 
Happy spring, merry spring, 
We thy praises sing. 
Hear the merry babbling brook, 
Rippling through each shady nook! 
Coming here, going there, 
Making all so fair. 
See the little finny tribe, 
Rushing everywhere to hide. 
In and out, round about, 
In their merry rout. 
See the little lambs at play, 
Skipping through the livelong day. 
Happy they on their way 
To the meadows gay. 
Through the meads and through the vales 
O’er the hills and pleasant dales, 
Here they go, to and fro, 
Not a care they know. 
Kate Hawthorn.. 
MY HOME IN THE WILDWOOD. 
C OME to my home in the wildwood, 
Come where the heart is so free. 
Bidding adieu to your sorrow, 
Here let your dwelling place be. 
Sweet ’tis to stray in the wildwood; 
When the day’s cares are all o’er; 
Bright flowers are strown in our pathway. 
Fresh leaves adorn the gay floor. 
Here you may find in the wildwood, 
Freedom from sorrow and care, 
Casting aside all your burdens. 
Here find sweet solace in prayer. 
HAIL, ARBOR DAY. 
N OW fair Arbor Day is here, 
Filled with all its happy hours; 
Loyal children, far and near, 
Plant their trees and scatter flowers. 
Knowing well their Father’s eye 
Rests upon them from the sky, 
Viewing all their deeds with love, 
As through blossoming lands they rove. 
Soon the trees will grow, 
And gently throw 
A shade through sunny hours, 
Feathered songsters bring the music, 
And our Father send the showers. 
Kingston, N. Y.—School No. 8 Exercises, 
Hail, all hail, fair Arbor Day; 
Prophecy of coming beauty ! 
When the years have passed away 
With their weight of care and duty,'. 
We will love thee still the same, 
And fond memory at thy name, 
Will recall the gladsome days. 
When we roamed in woodland ways. 
Happy, thoughtless youth, 
With love and truth, 
Blent in a rhyme of hours, 
And the Arbor Day of friendship, 
Crowned with innocence and flowers. 
189. Lizzie D. Roosa... 
