ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
3° 9 
ROCK-A-BYE, BABY, ON THE TREE TOP. 
R OCK-A-BYE, baby, on the tree top, 
When the wind blows the cradle will rock, 
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, 
And down will come baby, cradle and all. 
Chorus. — Oh, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, mother is near, 
Then rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, nothing to fear, 
For angels of slumber are hovering near, 
So rock-a-bye, baby, mother is here. 
Rock-a-bye, baby, the meadows in bloom 
Laugh at the sunbeams that dance in the room ; 
Echo the birds with your own baby tune 
Coo in the sunshine and flowers of June. 
Chorus.— Rock-a-bye, baby, etc. 
Rock-a-bye, baby, so cloudless the skies, 
Blue as the depths of your own laughing eyes, 
Sweet is the lullaby over your nest, 
That tenderly sings little baby to rest. 
Chorus. — Rock-a-bye, baby, etc. 
Rock-a-bye, baby, the meadows in bloom 
May never the frosts pall the beauty in gloom ; 
Be thy world ever bright as to-day it is seen ; 
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green. 
Chorus.— Rock-a-bye, baby, etc. 
■“ A wonderful thing is a seed — 
The one thing deathless forever ! 
The one thing changeless, utterly true, 
Forever old, forever new, 
And fickle and faithless never. 
Plant blessings, and blessings will bloom ! 
Plant hate, and hate will grow. 
You can sow to-day, to-morrow shall bring 
The blossoms that prove what sort of thing 
Is the seed — the seed that you sow.” 
The fair maid who, the first of May, 
Goes to the fields at break of day, 
And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree, 
Will ever after handsome be.”; 
These woods were first the seat of sylvan powers, 
Of nymphs and fawns, and savage men who took 
Their birth from trunks of trees and stubborn oak. 
Virgil. 
