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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
NEW YORK STATE PROGRAM, 1889. 
(Original.) 
ARBOR DAY MARCH. 
Note.— Children singing this selection could be provided with small Hags to be waved during the singing 
of the words “ Hurrah.” 
[Air—“M arching Through Georgia. '] 
Celebrate the Arbor Day 
With march and song and cheer, 
For the season comes to us 
But once in ev'ry year ; 
Should we not remember it 
And make the mem’ry dear — 
Memories sweet for this May day f 
Flow’rs arc blooming all around — 
Are blooming on this day, 
And the trees with verdure clad, 
Welcome the month of May, 
Making earth a garden fair 
To hail the Arbor Day. 
Clothing all Nature with gladness. 
Chorus— Hurrah ! hurrah ! the Arbor Day is here , 
Hurrah! hurrah ! it gladdens ev’ry year ; 
So we plant a young tree on this blithesome Arbor Day 
While we are singing for gladness. 
Ellen Beauchamp, Baldwinsville, N. Y. 
(Original 
CHILDREN’S PRAISE SONG. 
[Air— IVebb .— “The Morning Light is Breaking,” 
Thus came the welcome favor. 
From the Creator’s hand. 
Dispensing life and beauty, 
With joy to every land; 
The earth received the blessing, 
And, grateful to her King, 
Doth, each recurring season, 
Rich tribute to Him bring. 
In grateful imitation, 
Of the Creator’s hand, 
Let us extend the blessing 
In this, our favored land; 
On Arbor Day be willing 
To multiply the gift, 
While gentle rains distilling. 
Shall cause abundant thrift. 
Then, let us now, most grateful, 
To the Creator raise 
Our hearts in adoration, 
In joyful words of praise; 
For thus, may all creation, 
In worship so divine. 
Unite in pure devotion. 
At Nature’s holy shrine. 
Thus, through the lapse of ages. 
The blessing shall extend. 
And earth’s most beauteous pages 
Grow brighter to the end; 
While we with songs of gladness. 
Shall ever grateful raise, 
To the all-wise Creator, 
Our heartfelt words of praise. 
W. B. Downer, Cazenovia, N. Y. 
(Original.) 
PLANTING THE TREE. 
[Music — “Flag of the Free,” No. i, Franklin Square Collection.] 
Gather we here to plant the fair tree; 
Gladsome the hour, joyous and free, 
Greeting to thee, fairest of May ! 
Breathe sweet the buds on our loved Arbor Day. 
Gather we now, the sapling around. 
Singing our song—let it resound: 
Happy the day ! Happy the hour! 
Joyous we, all of us, feel their glad power. 
Shovel and spade, trowel and hoe, 
Carefully dig up the quick yielding ground ; 
Make we a bed, softly lay low 
Each little root with the earth spread around; 
Snug as a nest, the soil round them pressed, 
This is the home that the rootlings love best. 
Refrain. 
Moisten and soften the ground, ye Spring Rains ; 
Swell ye the buds, and fill ye the veins. 
Bless the dear tree, bountiful Sun ; 
Warm thou the blood in the stem till it run ; 
Hasten the growth, let leaves have birth, 
Make it most beautiful thing of the earth. 
Refrain. 
Dr. E. P. Waterbury, Albany Normal SchooL 
