. Arbor day : its history and observance . avails The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots?So every year that falls with noiseless flake Should fill old scars up on the stormward side,And make hoar age revered for ages sake, Kot for traditions of youths leafy prida. 70 AKBOR DAY—ITS HISTORY AND OBSERVANCE. So, from the pinched soil of a churlish fate, True hearts compel the sap of sturdier growth,So between earth and heaven stand simply great. That these shall seem hut their attendants both;For natures forces, with obedient zeal Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will,As quickly the pretender
. Arbor day : its history and observance . avails The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots?So every year that falls with noiseless flake Should fill old scars up on the stormward side,And make hoar age revered for ages sake, Kot for traditions of youths leafy prida. 70 AKBOR DAY—ITS HISTORY AND OBSERVANCE. So, from the pinched soil of a churlish fate, True hearts compel the sap of sturdier growth,So between earth and heaven stand simply great. That these shall seem hut their attendants both;For natures forces, with obedient zeal Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will,As quickly the pretenders cheat they feel, And tvirn mad Pucks to flout and mock him still. Lord! all Thy works are lessons—each contains Some emblem of mans aU-containing soul;Shall he make fruitless all Thy glorious pains. Delving within Thy grace an eyeless mole ?Make me the least of Thy Dodona-grove, Cause me some message of Thy truth to bring,Speak but a word through me, nor let Thy love Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing. -[James Russell Live oak tree, Audubon Park, New Orleans, antedating the settlement of that country, UNDER THE WILLOWS. This willow is as old to me as life; And under it full often have I stretched, Feeling the warm earth like a thing alive. And gathering virtue in at every pore Till it possessed me wholly, and thought ceased. Or was transfused in something to which thought Is coarse and dull af sense. Myself was lost. Gone from me like an ache, and what remained Became a part of the universal joy. My soul went forth, and, mingling with the tree, Danced in the leaves; or, floating in the cloud, Saw its white double in the stream below. —[Lowell. ARBOR DAY ITS HISTORY AND OBSERVANXE. 71 BEXEATH THE SHADOW OF OAKS. I thank heaven every summers day of my life that my lot was humbly cast withinthe hearing of romping brooks, and beneath the shadow of oaks, and away from allthe tramp and bustle of the world, into which fortune has led me in these latteryears of
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