. Annual program for the observance of Arbor day in the schools of Rhode Island . . s swingIn cradle beds of shining brown,On willow branches hung. The rough winds sang their lullabyAnd rocked them to and all about their sleepy headsDrifted the cold white snow. But by and by the sunbeams warmPeeped into each small said, Come, pussies, waken now,For winter days are fled. So bravely come the pussies forth,Tho shrill the cold wind up and down the long, brown stemThey cling in shining rows. But when the days grow long and breezes not so cold,They 11 change thei
. Annual program for the observance of Arbor day in the schools of Rhode Island . . s swingIn cradle beds of shining brown,On willow branches hung. The rough winds sang their lullabyAnd rocked them to and all about their sleepy headsDrifted the cold white snow. But by and by the sunbeams warmPeeped into each small said, Come, pussies, waken now,For winter days are fled. So bravely come the pussies forth,Tho shrill the cold wind up and down the long, brown stemThey cling in shining rows. But when the days grow long and breezes not so cold,They 11 change their dress of silver furFor robes of green and gold. — So7igs of I he Tree-Top and Meadow THE COUNTRY CHILD Child of the Country ! free as airArt thou, and as the sunshine fair;Born like the lily, where the dewLies odorous when the day is new:Fed mid the May flowers like the bees;Nursed to sweet music on the knees;Lulled on the breast to that sweet tuneWhich winds make mid the woods in sing of thee;—t is sweet to singOf such a fair and gladsome thing. —Allan Cunningham. A Rhode Island Scene 24 SONG OF THE MAPLE Lively. R. M. Streeter,Mrs. E. Fitzgerald. W^Wwfm} ay I i f f ^\ 1. Maple, from thy leafy wild wood, Where thine early years have sped; Emblem of our happy childhood, 2. Infant leaves, unclasp your fingers, Sunshine, kiss their tender palms; Evning wind, as twilight lingers, 3. On the early-dawning morrow, In the garden-world of care, We must meet the joy and sorrow iyH^-^^-M-yr-r -^-F-M^i^- \}^ y^ ?~:!- 33** JJ_. J ^-^ m J To the past forever fled; Here, with radiant Spring adorning Banks and braes with buds and flowrs,With our maple in thne arms, Sway and sing: O dews of even Daily as ye sink to rest,That await our coming there. O brave hearts ! when restful even Finds our daily duties oer, Chorus.
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