. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. The Forest Trees. BY ELIZA COOK. Up with your heatls, ye sylvan lords! Wave proudly iu the breeze: For oar cradle bands and colfin boanle Must come from the forest trees. Wo blesa ye for yonr Summer shade, When our weak limbs fail and tii-e; Our thanks are due for your Winter aid, When wo pile'the bright log Are. Oh I where would be onr rule on the sea, And the fame of the sailor band; Were it not for the oak and cloud-crown'd pIno That spring on the quiet land?
. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. The Forest Trees. BY ELIZA COOK. Up with your heatls, ye sylvan lords! Wave proudly iu the breeze: For oar cradle bands and colfin boanle Must come from the forest trees. Wo blesa ye for yonr Summer shade, When our weak limbs fail and tii-e; Our thanks are due for your Winter aid, When wo pile'the bright log Are. Oh I where would be onr rule on the sea, And the fame of the sailor band; Were it not for the oak and cloud-crown'd pIno That spring on the quiet land? When the ribs and masts of the good ship live Ami weather the gale with case; Take his glass from the tar who will not give A health to the forest trees. Ye lend to Life its earliest Joy, And wait on its latest page- In the circling hnop for the rosy boy, And the easy chair for Age. The old man tottere on his way. With footsteps sbt»rt aud slow; But without the stick for his help and stay, Nor a yard' length could he go. The hazel twig in the stripling's hand Hiith magic power to please; And the trusty stafl and sleuder wand Are pluck'd from the forest trees. Ye are seen in the shape of the blessed plow And the merry ringing flail; Ye shiue in the dome of a monarch's home. And the sacred altar-rail. In the rustic poYch, the panoU'd wall, In the gay triumphal ear; In the rude-built hut, or the banquet hall- No matter, there ye arel Then up with your koads, ye pylvan lordsl Wave proudly iu the breeze; From our cradle bands to our coflin boards, We're in debt to the forest trees. Backbone. When you see a fellow-mortal Without fixed aud fearless views. Hanging on the skirts of others, Walking in their cast-oft' shoes, Bowing low to wealth and favor With uncovered, abject head, Keady to retract or waver' Willing to be driven or led; Walk yourself with firmer bearing. Throw your mortal shoulders back. Show your spine has nerve and marrow— Just the things which his must luck. When
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