THE ARBOR DAY LADY 
21 
“MY TREE 
The greenest, leafiest, prettiest tree 
My Father planted that day for me, 
And said it should be my very own 
While it was little and when it was grown. 
1 helped him plant it. He let me stand 
And hold it tightly with my hand. 
Then—how the sun came out to shine 
Warm and bright on that tree of mine; 
And pattering, pattering, in the night, 
Dear little raindrops, soft and light. 
And every zephyr that came that way 
Stopped a moment to laugh and play. 
That isn’t all. A little bird 
Came hopping one day—she must have 
heard 
That never anywhere could be found, 
Hunting the woods and groves around, 
So beautiful, straight and fine a tree 
As that one Father set out for me. 
