ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
Dragged down the wear)'-, winding road 
Those captive kings so straight and tall. 
To be shorn of their streaming hair. 
And, naked and bare, 
To feel the stress and the strain 
Of the wind and the reeling main, 
Whose roar 
Would remind them forevermore 
Of their native forests they should not see again. 
Thou too, sail on, O Ship of State ! 
Sail on, O Union strong and great! 
Humanity with all its fears, 
With all the hopes of future years, 
Is hanging breathless on thy fate. 
Longfellow. 
ORCHARD BLOSSOMS. 
D OTH thy heart stir within thee at the sight 
Of orchard blooms upon the mossy bough ? 
Doth their sweet household smile waft back the glow 
Of childhood’s morn — the wandering, fresh delight 
In earth’s new coloring, then all strangely bright 
A joy of fairyland? Doth some old nook, 
Haunted by visions of thy first-loved book, 
Rise on thy soul, with faint-streaked blossoms white 
Showered o’er the turf, and the lone primrose knot, 
And robin’s nest, still faithful to the spot, 
And the bee’s dreary chime ? O gentle friend ! 
The world’s cold breath, not time’s, this life bereaves 
Of vernal gifts : Time hallows what he leaves, 
And will for us endear spring memories to the end. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
Various the trees and passing foliage here,— 
Wild pear, and oak, and dusky juniper, 
While briony between in trails of white, 
And ivy, and the suckle’s streaky light, 
And moss, warm gleaming with a sudden mark, 
Like growths of sunshine left upon the bark; 
And still the pine, fiat-topp’d, and dark, and tall, 
In lordly right preddkninant o’er all. 
Leigh Hunt. Ravenna Pine Forest . 
