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Identifier: ornamentaltreess00wile (find matches)
Title: Ornamental trees and shrubbery
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Wiley, George Martin University of the State of New York
Subjects: Arbor Day Trees Shrubs
Publisher: Albany, (N.Y.) : Education Dept.
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on high for ever. The cedars of Lebanon are fed by the snow.Afar on the mountain they grow like giants,In their layers of shade a thousand years are sighing. How fair are the trees that befriend the home of man. The oak, and the terebinth, and the sycamore. The broad-leaved fig tree and the delicate silver\- olive. In them the Lord is loving to his little birds.The linnets and the finches and the nightingales.They people his pavilions with nests and with music. The cattle also are very glad of a great tree. They chew the cud beneath it while the sun is burning. And there the panting sheep lie down around their shepherd. He that planteth a tree is a servant of God,He provideth a kindness for many generations.And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him. Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee,At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried,That this dust maj rise and rejoice among the branches.Henry Fan Dyke From Poems of Henry Van DykeCopyright 1911 by Charles Scribncrs Sons
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IN THE MAPLE WOOD Crimson Inirn the briar-tips nowAs the sky at vesper-vow; And the sap within the mapleTingles to the topmost bough. From its winter-long reposeWakes the wood; the bonfire glows; Up and down the leafless archesRings the clamor of the crows. And from early morning-dream.Freed by the awakening beam. How the sap into the bucketsTrickles in a silvery stream! Where the maples thickest throngPlod the toilers late and long. While the low voice of the caldronSings its ceaseless sugar-song. . Hither when the aisles grow dimAnd the pine knots flare and swim,Comes a group of laughing lasses,Cheeks aglow and eyes abrim. Then the merriment has flow.Quips go darting to and fro, While the more than hone\ed nectarTurns to sugar in the snow. And if sweeter things th:m thisChance (a surreptitious kiss!) Wheres the man or wheres the maidenWho would count such joy amiss. For when winters fetters part.And the maple juices start. Then it is, my maids and mastersStirs the love-tide in the h

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