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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL . 
THE LAST TREE OF THE FOREST. 
W HISPER, thou tree, thou lonely tree. 
One, where a thousand stood ! 
Well might proud tales be told by thee, 
Last of the solemn wood ! 
Dwells there no voice amidst thy boughs, 
With leaves yet darkly green ? 
Stillness is round, and noontide glows — 
Tell us what thou hast seen. 
“ And the minstrel resting in my shade. 
Hath made the forest ring 
With the lordly tales of the high Crusade, 
Once loved by chief and king. 
“ But now the noble forms are gone 
That walked the earth of old ; 
The soft wind has a mournful tone. 
The sunny light looks cold. 
'* I have seen the forest shadows lie 
Where men now reap the corn ; 
I have seen the kingly chase rush by 
Through the deep glades at morn, 
“ There is no glory left us now 
Like the glory with the dead; 
I would that, where they slumber low, 
My latest leaves were shed ! ” 
“ With the glance of many a gallant spear, O thou dark tree, thou lonely tree. 
And the wave of many a plume, That mournest for the past! 
And the bounding of a hundred deer, A peasant’s home in thy shades I see, 
It has lit the woodland’s gloom. Embowered from every' blast. 
“ I have seen the knight and his train ride past, A lovely and a mirthful sound 
With his banner borne on high ; Of laughter meets mine ear ; 
O’er all my leaves there was brightness cast For the poor man’s children sport around 
From his gleaming panoply. 
“The pilgrim at my feet hath laid 
His palm branch ’midst the flowers, 
And told his beads, and meekly prayed. 
Kneeling, at vesper hours. 
“ And the merry men of wild and glen, 
In the green array they wore, [cheer. 
Have feasted here, with the red wine’s 
And the hunter’s song of yore. 
On the turf, with naught to fear. 
And roses lend the cabin’s wall 
A happy summer glow : 
And the open door stands free to all, 
For it recks not .of a foe. 
And the village bells are on the breeze 
That stirs thyjeaf, dark tree ! 
How can I mourn ’midst things like these. 
For the stormy past, with thee ! 
Mrs. Hemans. 
DAISY AND 
FOR TWO 
AM a little daisy 
Right from the dewy earth. 
I’ve come to add my sweetness 
To this bright scene of mirth. 
SNOW-DROP. 
LITTLE GIRLS. 
I am a little snow-drop, 
As pure as pure can be, 
I come with bright-eyed Daisy 
The Queen of May to see. 
Erect as an arrow, 
Upspringeth the palm. 
Emerson. 
