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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
Where the fire had smoked and smouldered, 
Saw the earliest flower of Spring-time. 
Thus it was that in the North-land 
After that unheard-of coldness. 
That intolerable Winter, 
Came the Spring with all its splendor, 
All its birds and all its blossoms, 
All its flowers and leaves and grasses. 
“Gitche Manito the Mighty, 
The Great Spirit, the Creator, 
Sjnds them hither on his errand, 
Sends them to us with his message. 
Whereso'er they move, before them 
Swarms the stinging-fly, the Ahmo. 
Swarms the bee, the honey maker; 
Wheresoe’er they tread, beneath them 
Springs a flower unknown among us, 
Spring the White-man’s Foot in blossom. 
FAREWELL TO HIAWATHA. 
And they said. “ Farewell forever ! ” 
Said, “Farewell, O Hiawatha!” 
And the forests, dark and lonely, 
Moved through all their depths of darkness,. 
Sighed, “Farewell, O Hiawatha!” 
And the waves upon the margin 
Rising, rippling on the pebbles, 
Sobbed, “Farewell, O Hiawatha! ” 
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
From her haunts among the fen-lands. 
Screamed, “Farewell, O Hiawatha!” 
Longfellow.. 
THE VIOLET. 
V IOLET! sweet violet! 
Thine eyes are full of tears; 
Are they wet 
Even yet 
With the thought of other years? 
Or with gladness are the)' full, 
For the night so beautiful, 
And longing for those far-off spheres ? 
Thy little heart, that hath with love 
Grown colored like the sky above, 
On which thou lookest ever,— 
Can it know 
All the woe 
Of hope for what returneth never, 
All the sorrow and the longing 
To these hearts of ours belonging ? 
Out on it! no foolish pining 
For the sky 
Dims thine eye. 
Or for the stars so calmly shining; 
Like thee let this soul of mine 
Take hue from that wherefor I long, 
Self-stayed and high, serene and strong-,. 
Not satisfied with hoping—but divine. 
Violet! dear violet! 
Thy blue e)'es are only wet 
With joy and love of Him who sent thee. 
And for the fulfilling sense 
Of that glad obedience 
Which made thee all that Nature meant' 
thee. 
Lowell, 
THE FIR TREE. 
H ARK, hark! What does the Fir tree s 
Standing still all night, all day— 
Never a moan from over his way. 
Green through all the winter’s gray— 
What does the steadfast Fir tree say ? 
Chautauquan, March, 1884. 
Creak, creak! Listen! “ Be firm, be true. 
The winter’s frost and the summer’s dew 
Are all in God’s time, and all for you. 
Only live your life, and your duty do. 
And be brave, and strong, steadfast and true.”' 
Lueli.a Clark. 
