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ARBOR DA V MANUAL. 
NEW YORK STATE PROGRAM, 1889. 
(Original.) 
CHILDREN’S ARBOR DAY MARCH. 
We are marching for the arbor, 
And our hearts are free from care; 
All our thoughts in tune to nature, 
With the music of the air. 
Cho. — Marching merrily, singing cheerily, 
And our hearts are free from care; 
Buds are springing, birds are singing, 
There is music ev’rywhere. 
Thinking of the happy faces 
In the happy bye and bye, 
Who will come to take our places 
When our school days have gone by. 
Cho.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily, 
And our hearts are free from care; 
Bells are ringing, joys are springing, 
There is gladness ev’rywhere. 
Flowers are smiling, bees are humming 
O’er the land we’re passing through 5 
Robin shyly greets our coming,— 
Every thing to nature true. 
Cho.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily, 
And our hearts are free from care; 
Colors blending, tints unending,— 
There is beauty ev’rywhere. 
We will bless the mighty Power 
Who for us the feast hath spread, 
For all life, for tree and flower, 
And His heavens overhead. 
Cho.— Marching merrily, singing cheerily. 
And our hearts are free from care ; 
In each beauty, learning duty. 
For His love is ev’rywhere. 
E. A. Holbrook, Watertown, N. Y. 
(Original.) 
SONG OF DEDICATION. 
[Air—“ Columbia, the 
The tree we are planting this May day 
Is chosen with tenderest care; 
May beauty adorn it, hereafter, 
And clothe it with usefulness rare. 
May green leaves appearing each spring-time 
Be leaves of a fair book of Fame, 
And spread to the breezes the story 
Extolling the new-given name. 
Gem of the Ocean.”] 
The tree is an emblem of greatness. 
As, springing from one tiny seed. 
It mounts ever upward and onward 
An emblem of greatness, indeed ! 
The birds sing its praises to others, 
The winds carry swiftly the tale, 
The tree is the monarch of forest, 
Of hill, valiey, greenwood and dale. 
Ellen Beauchamp, Baldwinsville, N. Y. 
(Original.) 
ARBOR DAY INVOCATION. 
Like the glad birds of springtime, 
Our praises we sing, 
To God the great giver 
Of every good thing; 
Till earth, with glad voices. 
Shall echo again, 
From woodland and meadow. 
From mountain and plain. 
The ever glad chorus. 
The springtime is here; 
With bird songs, with flowers t 
And all her glad cheer ; 
While over the land that 
We treasure so dear, 
We scatter God’s blessings 
Afar and a-near. 
God bless us, we pray Thee, 
A young student band ; 
Ever help us in truth 
And uprightness to stand; 
And bless Thou the labor 
Our hands do to-day. 
Mid the bird songs and flowers 
Of beautiful May. 
Emma S. Thomas, Schoharie, N. Y.- 
