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ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
ARBOR DAY GREETING, 
AIR: “BEULAH LAND.” 
W E hail with joy the smiling May; 
We gladly greet fair Arbor Day, 
We strew its pleasant paths along 
With sweetest flowers of speech and song. 
Dear God, who gave this glorious land 
To freedom’s brave and noble band, 
Our first glad note of humble praise 
To Thee, with reverent heart we raise. 
For Education’s glowing light 
To warm and cheer, mid Error’s night. 
Upon stout oaks and maples tall 
Life-giving rays of sunshine fall, 
And e’en the humblest flower may share 
The blessings of our Father’s care; 
So childhood shares in this fair land, 
In all that grace and growth demand; 
The sunshine and the shower of truth, 
Bestowed through all the days of youth, 
That gives the perfect man at length 
The maple’s grace, the stout oak’s strength. 
Kingston, N. ¥., April 4, 1890. 
Companions at the sacred shrine, 
Bedecked with gems from Truth’s deep mine; 
Where Education, priestess fair. 
With orisons we humbly share, 
Guides to the cross of knowledge, bright 
With shining gleams of heavenly light; 
We come not here with mystic spell; 
Our simple rite plain truth will tell; 
We plant a tree whose lessons all 
Shall teach where’er its shadows fall. 
Sunshine and shower, God’s angels both,. 
Give to our tree most healthful growth; 
Lend to its branches strength and grace, 
To shed a glory round its place. 
And ye, too, sun and shower of Truth, 
Bless with thy gifts the buds of youth 
Make our unfoldings sweet and fair 
As flowers that bloom in balmy air; 
Our blossoms free from sinful blight; 
Our growings toward the heavenly light. 
Parr Harlow. 
FOREST TREES. 
H E who plants an oak looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity. 
Nothing can be less selfish than this. He cannot expect to sit in its 
shade nor enjoy its shelter; but he exults in the idea that the acorn which he 
has buried in the earth shall grow up into a lofty pile, and shall keep on flour¬ 
ishing and increasing, and benefiting mankind, long after he shall have ceased 
to tread his paternal fields. * * * The oak, in the pride and lustihood of its. 
growth, seems to me to take its range with the lion and the eagle, and to assimi¬ 
late, in the grandeur of its attributes, to heroic and intellectual man. 
With its mighty pillar rising straight and direct toward heaven, bearing up- 
its leafy honors from the impurities of earth, and supporting them aloft in free 
air and glorious sunshine, it is an emblem of what a true nobleman should be; 
a refuge for the weak — a shelter for the oppressed — a defense for the defense¬ 
less ; warding off from them the peltings of the storm, or the scorching rays cf 
arbitrary power. Washington Irving. 
