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THE ARBOR DAY LADY 
THE WIND OF MAY 
The Wind of May 
Is sweet with breath of orchards, in whose 
boughs 
The bees and every insect of the air 
Make a perpetual murmur of delight. 
And by whose flowers the humming-bird 
hangs poised 
In air, and draws their sweets, and darts 
away. 
The Linden, in the fervors of July, 
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind 
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, 
As when some great organ, ye give forth 
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn 
Of gladness and of thanks. 
—Bryant. 
With every occasion make it an occasion 
to plant a tree. 
