ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
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CLEMATIS. 
W HERE the woodland streamlets flow. 
Gushing down a rocky bed, 
Where the tasselled alders grow, 
Lightly meeting overhead, 
When the fullest August days 
Give the richness that they know, 
Then the wild clematis comes, 
With her wealth of tangled blooms, 
Reaching up and drooping low. 
But when Autumn days are here, 
And the woods of Autumn burn. 
Then her leaves are black and sere 
Quick with early frosts to turn ! 
As the golden Summer dies, 
So her silky green has fled, 
And the smoky clusters rise 
As from fires of sacrifice,— 
Sacred incense to the dead. 
Dora Read Qoodale. 
WHAT ROBIN TOLD. 
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OW do the robins build their nests? 
Where do the robins hide their nests ? 
Robin Redbreast told me. 
First a wisp of amber hay 
In a pretty round they lay, 
Then some shreds of downy floss, 
Feathers, too, and bits of moss, 
Woven with a sweet, sweet song, 
This way, that way, and across, 
That’s what robin told me. 
Robin Redbreast told me. 
Up among the leaves so deep, 
Where the sunbeams rarely creep ; 
Long before the winds are cold, 
Long before the leaves are gold, 
Bright-eyed stars will peep, and see 
Baby robins, one, two, three ; 
That’s what robin told me. 
ROSE. 
W HITE with the whiteness of the snow, 
Pink with the faintest rosy glow, 
They blossom on their sprays ; 
They glad the borders with their bloom. 
And sweeten with their rich perfume 
The mossy garden-ways. 
The dew that from their brimming leaves 
Drips down, the mignonette receives, 
And sweeter grows thereby ; 
The tall June lilies stand anear, 
In raiment white and gold, and here 
The purple pansies lie. 
THE SWEET RED ROSE. 
^ /'■'OOD-MORROW, little rose-bush, 
\J" Now prithee, tell me true, 
To be as sweet as a red rose 
What must a body do ? ” 
“To be as sweet as a red rose, 
A little girl like you 
Just grows, and grows, and grows, 
And that’s what she must do.” 
Joel Stacy. 
