. Arbor day : its history and observance . here underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,The leaves above their sunny palms what a tender and impassioned voiceIt fills the nice and delicate ear of thought,When the fast-ushering star of morning comesOerriding the gray hills with golden scarf;Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve,In mourning weeds, from out the western gate,Departs with silent pace! That spirit movesIn the green valley, where the silver brook,from its full laver, pours the white cascade;And, babbling low amid th
. Arbor day : its history and observance . here underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,The leaves above their sunny palms what a tender and impassioned voiceIt fills the nice and delicate ear of thought,When the fast-ushering star of morning comesOerriding the gray hills with golden scarf;Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve,In mourning weeds, from out the western gate,Departs with silent pace! That spirit movesIn the green valley, where the silver brook,from its full laver, pours the white cascade;And, babbling low amid the tangled Avoods, Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter. And frequent, on the everlasting hills. Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stem, strong wind. And here, amid The silent majesty of these deep woods. Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air. Their tops the green trees lift. * * * —[ SELECTIONS FOR RECITATIONS. THE PURPOSE OP ARBOR DAY. To avert treelessness; to improve the climatic conditions; for the sanitation andembellishment of home environments; for the love of the beautiful and useful com-bined in the music and majesty of a tree, as fancy and truth unite in an epic poem,Arbor Day was created. It has grown with the vigor and beneficence of a grandtruth or a great tree.—J. Sterling Morton. POREST HYMN. The groves were Gods first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave. And spread the roof above them—ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood. Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down. And oflTered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication. For his simple heart Might not resist the sacred influences Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and fro
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