52 
THE ARBOR DAY LADY 
THE LEAVES. 
I often thought if our lives could be 
So important a thing as the leaves of a tree 
We could connect two wonderful leas;— 
The leaves are God’s lowly folks shining aloft 
all day 
Above where many little creatures play, 
Or cast their shadows on the heaving breast 
Of weary countrymen while they rest; 
They brave with bending, willing forms 
The many furious, beating storms, 
Until winds again have calmed and dark 
clouds blown o’er 
They smile and flicker with delight once 
more; 
