“Where may the wearied eye reposeWhen gazing on the great,Where neither guilty glory glows,Nor despicable state?—Yes—one—the first, the last, the best,The Cincinnatus of the West,Whom Envy dared not hate,Bequeathed the name of Washington,To make man blush, there was but one.”
“Where may the wearied eye reposeWhen gazing on the great,Where neither guilty glory glows,Nor despicable state?—Yes—one—the first, the last, the best,The Cincinnatus of the West,Whom Envy dared not hate,Bequeathed the name of Washington,To make man blush, there was but one.”
“Where may the wearied eye reposeWhen gazing on the great,Where neither guilty glory glows,Nor despicable state?—Yes—one—the first, the last, the best,The Cincinnatus of the West,Whom Envy dared not hate,Bequeathed the name of Washington,To make man blush, there was but one.”
“Where may the wearied eye repose
When gazing on the great,
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?—
Yes—one—the first, the last, the best,
The Cincinnatus of the West,
Whom Envy dared not hate,
Bequeathed the name of Washington,
To make man blush, there was but one.”
In seventeen hundred thirty-two,This very month and day,Winking and blinking at the light,A little baby lay.No doubt they thought the little manA goodly child enough;But time has proved that he was madeOf most uncommon stuff.The little babe became a manThat everybody knewWould finish well what he began,And prove both firm and true.So when the Revolution came,That made our nation free,They couldn’t find a better manFor general, you see.As general, he never failedOr faltered; so they thoughHe ought to be the President,And so I’m sure he ought.And then he did his part so wellAs President—’twas plainThey couldn’t do a better thingThan choose him yet again.Through all his life they loved him wellAnd mourned him when he died;And ever since his noble nameHas been our nation’s pride.The lesson of his life is clear,And easy quite to guess,Be firm and true, if you would makeYour life a grand success.Joy Allison.
In seventeen hundred thirty-two,This very month and day,Winking and blinking at the light,A little baby lay.No doubt they thought the little manA goodly child enough;But time has proved that he was madeOf most uncommon stuff.The little babe became a manThat everybody knewWould finish well what he began,And prove both firm and true.So when the Revolution came,That made our nation free,They couldn’t find a better manFor general, you see.As general, he never failedOr faltered; so they thoughHe ought to be the President,And so I’m sure he ought.And then he did his part so wellAs President—’twas plainThey couldn’t do a better thingThan choose him yet again.Through all his life they loved him wellAnd mourned him when he died;And ever since his noble nameHas been our nation’s pride.The lesson of his life is clear,And easy quite to guess,Be firm and true, if you would makeYour life a grand success.Joy Allison.
In seventeen hundred thirty-two,This very month and day,Winking and blinking at the light,A little baby lay.
In seventeen hundred thirty-two,
This very month and day,
Winking and blinking at the light,
A little baby lay.
No doubt they thought the little manA goodly child enough;But time has proved that he was madeOf most uncommon stuff.
No doubt they thought the little man
A goodly child enough;
But time has proved that he was made
Of most uncommon stuff.
The little babe became a manThat everybody knewWould finish well what he began,And prove both firm and true.
The little babe became a man
That everybody knew
Would finish well what he began,
And prove both firm and true.
So when the Revolution came,That made our nation free,They couldn’t find a better manFor general, you see.
So when the Revolution came,
That made our nation free,
They couldn’t find a better man
For general, you see.
As general, he never failedOr faltered; so they thoughHe ought to be the President,And so I’m sure he ought.
As general, he never failed
Or faltered; so they though
He ought to be the President,
And so I’m sure he ought.
And then he did his part so wellAs President—’twas plainThey couldn’t do a better thingThan choose him yet again.
And then he did his part so well
As President—’twas plain
They couldn’t do a better thing
Than choose him yet again.
Through all his life they loved him wellAnd mourned him when he died;And ever since his noble nameHas been our nation’s pride.
Through all his life they loved him well
And mourned him when he died;
And ever since his noble name
Has been our nation’s pride.
The lesson of his life is clear,And easy quite to guess,Be firm and true, if you would makeYour life a grand success.
The lesson of his life is clear,
And easy quite to guess,
Be firm and true, if you would make
Your life a grand success.
Joy Allison.
Joy Allison.
Though we never may be soldiersOn the battle field,Though we may not carry banner,Bayonet or shield;Each can be as true and valiantTill life’s work is done,Each can be as brave a soldierAs George Washington.There are mighty hosts of evil,Armies great and strong,Each can be a little soldierFighting all day long.Let us ever fight them bravely,Let us valiant be;Fight the host of falsehood, envy,Pride and cruelty.Oh, how valiant are the soldiersWho to battle go,Yet more brave are they who struggleWith an unseen foe.When the battles all are endedAnd the victory’s won,Each will be as true a soldierAs George Washington.Alice Jean Cleator.
Though we never may be soldiersOn the battle field,Though we may not carry banner,Bayonet or shield;Each can be as true and valiantTill life’s work is done,Each can be as brave a soldierAs George Washington.There are mighty hosts of evil,Armies great and strong,Each can be a little soldierFighting all day long.Let us ever fight them bravely,Let us valiant be;Fight the host of falsehood, envy,Pride and cruelty.Oh, how valiant are the soldiersWho to battle go,Yet more brave are they who struggleWith an unseen foe.When the battles all are endedAnd the victory’s won,Each will be as true a soldierAs George Washington.Alice Jean Cleator.
Though we never may be soldiersOn the battle field,Though we may not carry banner,Bayonet or shield;Each can be as true and valiantTill life’s work is done,Each can be as brave a soldierAs George Washington.
Though we never may be soldiers
On the battle field,
Though we may not carry banner,
Bayonet or shield;
Each can be as true and valiant
Till life’s work is done,
Each can be as brave a soldier
As George Washington.
There are mighty hosts of evil,Armies great and strong,Each can be a little soldierFighting all day long.Let us ever fight them bravely,Let us valiant be;
There are mighty hosts of evil,
Armies great and strong,
Each can be a little soldier
Fighting all day long.
Let us ever fight them bravely,
Let us valiant be;
Fight the host of falsehood, envy,Pride and cruelty.Oh, how valiant are the soldiersWho to battle go,Yet more brave are they who struggleWith an unseen foe.When the battles all are endedAnd the victory’s won,Each will be as true a soldierAs George Washington.
Fight the host of falsehood, envy,
Pride and cruelty.
Oh, how valiant are the soldiers
Who to battle go,
Yet more brave are they who struggle
With an unseen foe.
When the battles all are ended
And the victory’s won,
Each will be as true a soldier
As George Washington.
Alice Jean Cleator.
Alice Jean Cleator.
(Recitation for five boys; each holds in his right hand a card with date, lifting it during his recitation.)
(Recitation for five boys; each holds in his right hand a card with date, lifting it during his recitation.)
1732.In seventeen hundred and thirty-twoGeorge Washington was born;Truth, goodness, skill, and glory high,His whole life did adorn.1775.In seventeen hundred and seventy-fiveThe chief command he tookOf all the army in the StateWho ne’er his flag forsook.1783.In seventeen hundred and eighty-three,Retired to private life;He saw his much-loved country freeFrom battle and from strife.1789.In seventeen hundred and eighty-nine,The country with one voice,Proclaimed him president, to shine,Blessed by the people’s choice.1799.In seventeen hundred and ninety-nine,The nation’s tears were shed,To see the patriot life resign,And sleep among the dead.ALL IN CONCERT.As “first in war, first in peace,”As patriot, father, friend—He will be blessed till time shall cease,And earthly life shall end.
1732.In seventeen hundred and thirty-twoGeorge Washington was born;Truth, goodness, skill, and glory high,His whole life did adorn.1775.In seventeen hundred and seventy-fiveThe chief command he tookOf all the army in the StateWho ne’er his flag forsook.1783.In seventeen hundred and eighty-three,Retired to private life;He saw his much-loved country freeFrom battle and from strife.1789.In seventeen hundred and eighty-nine,The country with one voice,Proclaimed him president, to shine,Blessed by the people’s choice.1799.In seventeen hundred and ninety-nine,The nation’s tears were shed,To see the patriot life resign,And sleep among the dead.ALL IN CONCERT.As “first in war, first in peace,”As patriot, father, friend—He will be blessed till time shall cease,And earthly life shall end.
1732.
1732.
In seventeen hundred and thirty-twoGeorge Washington was born;Truth, goodness, skill, and glory high,His whole life did adorn.
In seventeen hundred and thirty-two
George Washington was born;
Truth, goodness, skill, and glory high,
His whole life did adorn.
1775.
1775.
In seventeen hundred and seventy-fiveThe chief command he tookOf all the army in the StateWho ne’er his flag forsook.
In seventeen hundred and seventy-five
The chief command he took
Of all the army in the State
Who ne’er his flag forsook.
1783.
1783.
In seventeen hundred and eighty-three,Retired to private life;He saw his much-loved country freeFrom battle and from strife.
In seventeen hundred and eighty-three,
Retired to private life;
He saw his much-loved country free
From battle and from strife.
1789.
1789.
In seventeen hundred and eighty-nine,The country with one voice,Proclaimed him president, to shine,Blessed by the people’s choice.
In seventeen hundred and eighty-nine,
The country with one voice,
Proclaimed him president, to shine,
Blessed by the people’s choice.
1799.
1799.
In seventeen hundred and ninety-nine,The nation’s tears were shed,To see the patriot life resign,And sleep among the dead.
In seventeen hundred and ninety-nine,
The nation’s tears were shed,
To see the patriot life resign,
And sleep among the dead.
ALL IN CONCERT.
ALL IN CONCERT.
As “first in war, first in peace,”As patriot, father, friend—He will be blessed till time shall cease,And earthly life shall end.
As “first in war, first in peace,”
As patriot, father, friend—
He will be blessed till time shall cease,
And earthly life shall end.
(May be sung to “America.”)
First Pupil:Welcome, thou festal morn,Never be passed in scornThy rising sun.Thou day forever brightWith Freedom’s holy light,That gave the world the sightOf Washington.Second Pupil:Unshaken ’mid the storm,Behold that noble form—That peerless one,With his protecting hand,Like Freedom’s angel, stand,The guardian of our land,Our Washington.Third Pupil:Traced there in lines of light,Where all pure rays unite,Obscured by none;Brightest on history’s page,Of any clime or age,As chieftain, man or sage,Stands Washington.Fourth Pupil:Name at which tyrants pale,And their proud legions quail,Their boasting done;While Freedom lifts her head,No longer filled with dread,Her sons to victory ledBy Washington.Class in Concert:Now the true patriot see,The foremost of the free,The victory won.In Freedom’s presence bow,While sweetly smiling nowShe wreathes the spotless browOf Washington.Then, with each coming year,Whenever shall appearThat natal sun,Will we attest the worthOf one true man to earthAnd celebrate the birthOf Washington.George Howland.
First Pupil:Welcome, thou festal morn,Never be passed in scornThy rising sun.Thou day forever brightWith Freedom’s holy light,That gave the world the sightOf Washington.Second Pupil:Unshaken ’mid the storm,Behold that noble form—That peerless one,With his protecting hand,Like Freedom’s angel, stand,The guardian of our land,Our Washington.Third Pupil:Traced there in lines of light,Where all pure rays unite,Obscured by none;Brightest on history’s page,Of any clime or age,As chieftain, man or sage,Stands Washington.Fourth Pupil:Name at which tyrants pale,And their proud legions quail,Their boasting done;While Freedom lifts her head,No longer filled with dread,Her sons to victory ledBy Washington.Class in Concert:Now the true patriot see,The foremost of the free,The victory won.In Freedom’s presence bow,While sweetly smiling nowShe wreathes the spotless browOf Washington.Then, with each coming year,Whenever shall appearThat natal sun,Will we attest the worthOf one true man to earthAnd celebrate the birthOf Washington.George Howland.
First Pupil:
First Pupil:
Welcome, thou festal morn,Never be passed in scornThy rising sun.Thou day forever brightWith Freedom’s holy light,That gave the world the sightOf Washington.
Welcome, thou festal morn,
Never be passed in scorn
Thy rising sun.
Thou day forever bright
With Freedom’s holy light,
That gave the world the sight
Of Washington.
Second Pupil:
Second Pupil:
Unshaken ’mid the storm,Behold that noble form—That peerless one,With his protecting hand,Like Freedom’s angel, stand,The guardian of our land,Our Washington.
Unshaken ’mid the storm,
Behold that noble form—
That peerless one,
With his protecting hand,
Like Freedom’s angel, stand,
The guardian of our land,
Our Washington.
Third Pupil:
Third Pupil:
Traced there in lines of light,Where all pure rays unite,Obscured by none;Brightest on history’s page,Of any clime or age,As chieftain, man or sage,Stands Washington.
Traced there in lines of light,
Where all pure rays unite,
Obscured by none;
Brightest on history’s page,
Of any clime or age,
As chieftain, man or sage,
Stands Washington.
Fourth Pupil:
Fourth Pupil:
Name at which tyrants pale,And their proud legions quail,Their boasting done;While Freedom lifts her head,No longer filled with dread,Her sons to victory ledBy Washington.
Name at which tyrants pale,
And their proud legions quail,
Their boasting done;
While Freedom lifts her head,
No longer filled with dread,
Her sons to victory led
By Washington.
Class in Concert:
Class in Concert:
Now the true patriot see,The foremost of the free,The victory won.In Freedom’s presence bow,While sweetly smiling nowShe wreathes the spotless browOf Washington.
Now the true patriot see,
The foremost of the free,
The victory won.
In Freedom’s presence bow,
While sweetly smiling now
She wreathes the spotless brow
Of Washington.
Then, with each coming year,Whenever shall appearThat natal sun,Will we attest the worthOf one true man to earthAnd celebrate the birthOf Washington.
Then, with each coming year,
Whenever shall appear
That natal sun,
Will we attest the worth
Of one true man to earth
And celebrate the birth
Of Washington.
George Howland.
George Howland.
The celebration of Arbor Day has become so common that there is a demand for a programme of public exercises for schools and academies. The following can be varied by omitting pieces or substituting others. Little flags on palm-leaf fans tacked on well, also tufts of pine, and wreaths of flowers, bouquets, etc., might aid in decoration. Let the pupils take an active part in preparation.
We have come with joyful greeting,Songs of gladness, voices gay,Teachers, friends, and happy children,All to welcome Arbor Day.Here we plant the trees whose branches,Warmed by breath of summer days,Nourished by the dews and showers,Soon shall wave in leafy sprays.Let us plant throughout our borders,O’er our lands so far and wide,Treasures from the leafy forest,Vale, and hill, and mountain side;Rooted deep, oh let them flourish,Sturdy giants may they be!Emblems of the cause we cherish—Education broad and free.Gentle winds will murmur softly,Zephyrs float on noiseless wing;’Mid their bows shall thrush and robin,Build their nests and sweetly sing.’Neath their shady arms will childhoodWeary of the noontide heat,In its cool inviting shadow,Find a pleasant, safe retreat.
We have come with joyful greeting,Songs of gladness, voices gay,Teachers, friends, and happy children,All to welcome Arbor Day.Here we plant the trees whose branches,Warmed by breath of summer days,Nourished by the dews and showers,Soon shall wave in leafy sprays.Let us plant throughout our borders,O’er our lands so far and wide,Treasures from the leafy forest,Vale, and hill, and mountain side;Rooted deep, oh let them flourish,Sturdy giants may they be!Emblems of the cause we cherish—Education broad and free.Gentle winds will murmur softly,Zephyrs float on noiseless wing;’Mid their bows shall thrush and robin,Build their nests and sweetly sing.’Neath their shady arms will childhoodWeary of the noontide heat,In its cool inviting shadow,Find a pleasant, safe retreat.
We have come with joyful greeting,Songs of gladness, voices gay,Teachers, friends, and happy children,All to welcome Arbor Day.Here we plant the trees whose branches,Warmed by breath of summer days,Nourished by the dews and showers,Soon shall wave in leafy sprays.
We have come with joyful greeting,
Songs of gladness, voices gay,
Teachers, friends, and happy children,
All to welcome Arbor Day.
Here we plant the trees whose branches,
Warmed by breath of summer days,
Nourished by the dews and showers,
Soon shall wave in leafy sprays.
Let us plant throughout our borders,O’er our lands so far and wide,Treasures from the leafy forest,Vale, and hill, and mountain side;Rooted deep, oh let them flourish,Sturdy giants may they be!Emblems of the cause we cherish—Education broad and free.
Let us plant throughout our borders,
O’er our lands so far and wide,
Treasures from the leafy forest,
Vale, and hill, and mountain side;
Rooted deep, oh let them flourish,
Sturdy giants may they be!
Emblems of the cause we cherish—
Education broad and free.
Gentle winds will murmur softly,Zephyrs float on noiseless wing;’Mid their bows shall thrush and robin,Build their nests and sweetly sing.’Neath their shady arms will childhoodWeary of the noontide heat,In its cool inviting shadow,Find a pleasant, safe retreat.
Gentle winds will murmur softly,
Zephyrs float on noiseless wing;
’Mid their bows shall thrush and robin,
Build their nests and sweetly sing.
’Neath their shady arms will childhood
Weary of the noontide heat,
In its cool inviting shadow,
Find a pleasant, safe retreat.
Proclamation of State Governor or of School Commissioner.
Proclamation of State Governor or of School Commissioner.
Arbor Day is an anniversary that looks forward with bright hope. The trees which we plant to-day, will grow into groves and forests of the future, and in their silent beauty and voiceless green will honor the hands that so tenderly planted them. Beneath them the youth yet to be may meet in social banquet, and enjoy the fruitage of our labors.
“We are what wind and sun and water make us,The mountains are our sponsors, and the rillsFashion and win their nurslings with their smiles.”
“We are what wind and sun and water make us,The mountains are our sponsors, and the rillsFashion and win their nurslings with their smiles.”
“We are what wind and sun and water make us,The mountains are our sponsors, and the rillsFashion and win their nurslings with their smiles.”
“We are what wind and sun and water make us,
The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills
Fashion and win their nurslings with their smiles.”
This is not a holiday; but a day especially set apart for the purpose of tree-planting, of observing more closely and studying more carefully the trees, flowers and gifts of the forest; also of cultivating a greater reverence and finer sense of the beautiful and sublime.
What object can better inspire us to gain victory over trials than the grand old oak which in bold defiance to its foes while reeling in the wrath of the tempest is sending down to deeper hold its gnarled roots only to be better able to triumph in the next storm? Our poets have used their purest thought, their sweetest music in praise of the forest and the flowers. Arbor Day provides gracious means of a closer acquaintance with “God’s first temples,” and we hope that this day’s effort may result in much good.
(Pupils stand by desks and after naming authors recite the quotations.)
(Pupils stand by desks and after naming authors recite the quotations.)
1st Pupil.—Whittier said:“Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;Who sows a field or trains a flower,Or plants a tree, is more than all.”2nd Pupil.—Ben Johnson wrote:“Not merely growing like a treeIn bulk doth make man better be,Or standing long an oak three hundred years,To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sear.A lily of a day is fairer far in May;Although it fall and die that night,It was the plant and flower of light.In small proportions we just beauties see,And in short measure life may perfect be.”3rd Pupil.—Holmes said:“In fact there’s nothing that keeps its youth,So far as I know, but a tree and truth.”4th Pupil.—Morris wrote:“To me the world’s an open bookOf sweet and pleasant poetry;I read it in the running bookThat sings its way toward the sea.It whispers in the leaves of trees,The swelling grain, the waving grass,And in the cool, fresh evening breeze,That crisps the wavelets as they pass.“The flowers below, the stars above,In all their bloom and brightness given,Are, like the attributes of love,The poetry of earth and heaven;Thus, nature’s volume, read aright,Attunes the soul to minstrelsy,Tingeing life’s cloud with rosy lightAnd all the world with poetry.”5th Pupil.—Longfellow said:“If thou art worn and heart besetWith sorrows that thou wouldst forget,If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keepThy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,Go to the woods and hills! No tearsDim the sweet look that Nature wears.”6th Pupil.—Bryan Waller Proctor wrote:“Methinks I love all common things,The common air, the common flower,The dear, kind, common thought that springsFrom hearts that have no other dower,No other wealth, no other power,Save love; and will not that repayFor all else fortune tears away?“What good are fancies rare, that rackWith painful thought the poet’s brain?Alas! they cannot bear us backUnto happy years again!But the white rose without a stainBringeth times and thoughts of flowers,When youth was bounteous as the hours.”The School.“He who plants a treePlants a hope.Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;Leaves unfold into horizons free,So man’s life must climbFrom the clods of timeUnto heavens sublime.”
1st Pupil.—Whittier said:“Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;Who sows a field or trains a flower,Or plants a tree, is more than all.”2nd Pupil.—Ben Johnson wrote:“Not merely growing like a treeIn bulk doth make man better be,Or standing long an oak three hundred years,To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sear.A lily of a day is fairer far in May;Although it fall and die that night,It was the plant and flower of light.In small proportions we just beauties see,And in short measure life may perfect be.”3rd Pupil.—Holmes said:“In fact there’s nothing that keeps its youth,So far as I know, but a tree and truth.”4th Pupil.—Morris wrote:“To me the world’s an open bookOf sweet and pleasant poetry;I read it in the running bookThat sings its way toward the sea.It whispers in the leaves of trees,The swelling grain, the waving grass,And in the cool, fresh evening breeze,That crisps the wavelets as they pass.“The flowers below, the stars above,In all their bloom and brightness given,Are, like the attributes of love,The poetry of earth and heaven;Thus, nature’s volume, read aright,Attunes the soul to minstrelsy,Tingeing life’s cloud with rosy lightAnd all the world with poetry.”5th Pupil.—Longfellow said:“If thou art worn and heart besetWith sorrows that thou wouldst forget,If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keepThy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,Go to the woods and hills! No tearsDim the sweet look that Nature wears.”6th Pupil.—Bryan Waller Proctor wrote:“Methinks I love all common things,The common air, the common flower,The dear, kind, common thought that springsFrom hearts that have no other dower,No other wealth, no other power,Save love; and will not that repayFor all else fortune tears away?“What good are fancies rare, that rackWith painful thought the poet’s brain?Alas! they cannot bear us backUnto happy years again!But the white rose without a stainBringeth times and thoughts of flowers,When youth was bounteous as the hours.”The School.“He who plants a treePlants a hope.Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;Leaves unfold into horizons free,So man’s life must climbFrom the clods of timeUnto heavens sublime.”
1st Pupil.—Whittier said:
1st Pupil.—Whittier said:
“Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;Who sows a field or trains a flower,Or plants a tree, is more than all.”
“Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;
Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;
Who sows a field or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree, is more than all.”
2nd Pupil.—Ben Johnson wrote:
2nd Pupil.—Ben Johnson wrote:
“Not merely growing like a treeIn bulk doth make man better be,Or standing long an oak three hundred years,To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sear.A lily of a day is fairer far in May;Although it fall and die that night,It was the plant and flower of light.In small proportions we just beauties see,And in short measure life may perfect be.”
“Not merely growing like a tree
In bulk doth make man better be,
Or standing long an oak three hundred years,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sear.
A lily of a day is fairer far in May;
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measure life may perfect be.”
3rd Pupil.—Holmes said:
3rd Pupil.—Holmes said:
“In fact there’s nothing that keeps its youth,So far as I know, but a tree and truth.”
“In fact there’s nothing that keeps its youth,
So far as I know, but a tree and truth.”
4th Pupil.—Morris wrote:
4th Pupil.—Morris wrote:
“To me the world’s an open bookOf sweet and pleasant poetry;I read it in the running bookThat sings its way toward the sea.It whispers in the leaves of trees,The swelling grain, the waving grass,And in the cool, fresh evening breeze,That crisps the wavelets as they pass.
“To me the world’s an open book
Of sweet and pleasant poetry;
I read it in the running book
That sings its way toward the sea.
It whispers in the leaves of trees,
The swelling grain, the waving grass,
And in the cool, fresh evening breeze,
That crisps the wavelets as they pass.
“The flowers below, the stars above,In all their bloom and brightness given,Are, like the attributes of love,The poetry of earth and heaven;Thus, nature’s volume, read aright,Attunes the soul to minstrelsy,Tingeing life’s cloud with rosy lightAnd all the world with poetry.”
“The flowers below, the stars above,
In all their bloom and brightness given,
Are, like the attributes of love,
The poetry of earth and heaven;
Thus, nature’s volume, read aright,
Attunes the soul to minstrelsy,
Tingeing life’s cloud with rosy light
And all the world with poetry.”
5th Pupil.—Longfellow said:
5th Pupil.—Longfellow said:
“If thou art worn and heart besetWith sorrows that thou wouldst forget,If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keepThy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,Go to the woods and hills! No tearsDim the sweet look that Nature wears.”
“If thou art worn and heart beset
With sorrows that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.”
6th Pupil.—Bryan Waller Proctor wrote:
6th Pupil.—Bryan Waller Proctor wrote:
“Methinks I love all common things,The common air, the common flower,The dear, kind, common thought that springsFrom hearts that have no other dower,No other wealth, no other power,Save love; and will not that repayFor all else fortune tears away?
“Methinks I love all common things,
The common air, the common flower,
The dear, kind, common thought that springs
From hearts that have no other dower,
No other wealth, no other power,
Save love; and will not that repay
For all else fortune tears away?
“What good are fancies rare, that rackWith painful thought the poet’s brain?Alas! they cannot bear us backUnto happy years again!But the white rose without a stainBringeth times and thoughts of flowers,When youth was bounteous as the hours.”
“What good are fancies rare, that rack
With painful thought the poet’s brain?
Alas! they cannot bear us back
Unto happy years again!
But the white rose without a stain
Bringeth times and thoughts of flowers,
When youth was bounteous as the hours.”
The School.
The School.
“He who plants a treePlants a hope.Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;Leaves unfold into horizons free,So man’s life must climbFrom the clods of timeUnto heavens sublime.”
“He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.
Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;
Leaves unfold into horizons free,
So man’s life must climb
From the clods of time
Unto heavens sublime.”
What do we plant when we plant the treeWe plant the ships that will cross the seaWe plant the mast to carry the sails,We plant the plank to withstand the gales,The keel, the keelson, the beam and knee,We plant the ship when we plant the tree.What do we plant when we plant the tree?We plant the houses for you and me;We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,The beams, the siding, all parts that be,We plant the house when we plant the tree.What do we plant when we plant the tree?A thousand things that we daily see.We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,We plant the staff for our country’s flag;We plant the shade from the hot sun free,We plant all these when we plant the tree.Henry Abbey.
What do we plant when we plant the treeWe plant the ships that will cross the seaWe plant the mast to carry the sails,We plant the plank to withstand the gales,The keel, the keelson, the beam and knee,We plant the ship when we plant the tree.What do we plant when we plant the tree?We plant the houses for you and me;We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,The beams, the siding, all parts that be,We plant the house when we plant the tree.What do we plant when we plant the tree?A thousand things that we daily see.We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,We plant the staff for our country’s flag;We plant the shade from the hot sun free,We plant all these when we plant the tree.Henry Abbey.
What do we plant when we plant the treeWe plant the ships that will cross the seaWe plant the mast to carry the sails,We plant the plank to withstand the gales,The keel, the keelson, the beam and knee,We plant the ship when we plant the tree.
What do we plant when we plant the tree
We plant the ships that will cross the sea
We plant the mast to carry the sails,
We plant the plank to withstand the gales,
The keel, the keelson, the beam and knee,
We plant the ship when we plant the tree.
What do we plant when we plant the tree?We plant the houses for you and me;We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,The beams, the siding, all parts that be,We plant the house when we plant the tree.
What do we plant when we plant the tree?
We plant the houses for you and me;
We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,
We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,
The beams, the siding, all parts that be,
We plant the house when we plant the tree.
What do we plant when we plant the tree?A thousand things that we daily see.We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,We plant the staff for our country’s flag;We plant the shade from the hot sun free,We plant all these when we plant the tree.
What do we plant when we plant the tree?
A thousand things that we daily see.
We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,
We plant the staff for our country’s flag;
We plant the shade from the hot sun free,
We plant all these when we plant the tree.
Henry Abbey.
Henry Abbey.
(Characters.—Uncle Sam, Miss Palm, Mr. Pine, and maids for Miss Palm, and servant for Mr. Pine. The maids carry tropical fruits, and one holds either a palm leaf or a peacock fan over Miss Palm, who wears a flowing dress made of some light cheesecloth or goods without starch; also over her head an ice-wool shawl. Her face powdered white, cheeks rosy, and she should be a girl having black hair and eyes. Approaches the stage very modestly, and is always very reserved. Her dress should wear flowers and blossoms. Mr. Pine should be stately, tall and reserved, and should wear tuft of pine for button-hole bouquet. His hair might be whitened with magnesia. His attendant should carry his fur coat and leggings, etc. Uncle Sam should be dressed in customary attire. Uncle Sam first enters stage, carrying a good-sized flag. Palm carries a palm-leaf fan on which is fastened on one side a small flag, and on the other side a wreath of leaves—myrtle or the like.)
(Characters.—Uncle Sam, Miss Palm, Mr. Pine, and maids for Miss Palm, and servant for Mr. Pine. The maids carry tropical fruits, and one holds either a palm leaf or a peacock fan over Miss Palm, who wears a flowing dress made of some light cheesecloth or goods without starch; also over her head an ice-wool shawl. Her face powdered white, cheeks rosy, and she should be a girl having black hair and eyes. Approaches the stage very modestly, and is always very reserved. Her dress should wear flowers and blossoms. Mr. Pine should be stately, tall and reserved, and should wear tuft of pine for button-hole bouquet. His hair might be whitened with magnesia. His attendant should carry his fur coat and leggings, etc. Uncle Sam should be dressed in customary attire. Uncle Sam first enters stage, carrying a good-sized flag. Palm carries a palm-leaf fan on which is fastened on one side a small flag, and on the other side a wreath of leaves—myrtle or the like.)
Uncle Sam:“She’s up there, Old Glory, where light wings are sped,She dazzles the nations with ripples of red;And she’ll wave for us living, or droop o’er us dead—The flag of our country forever!She’s up there, Old Glory, how bright the stars stream!And the stripes like red signals, of liberty gleam!And we dare for her living or dream the last dream,’Neath the flag of our country forever!She’s up there, Old Glory, no tyrant-dealt scars—No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars!The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars—She’s the flag of our country forever!”There comes from the south (Miss Palm enters) where the balmy breeze blows,There comes from the north (Mr. Pine enters) where the hardy pine grows,Warm hearts and true hearts, loyal and free,The Palm and the Pine now wedded to be.Come stand ’neath the flag, modest Palm, mighty Pine,(Both step to front before Uncle Sam and bow toeach other, and then gracefully salute the flag.)The emblem so dear to brave fathers of thine,And under its bars, and its stars and its blue,Unite now and ever to dare and to do (join hands)What your hearts and your hands can our nation to save,And to keep the old flag o’er the free and the brave.(Uncle Sam, placing his right hand upon thejoined hands of Palm and Pine, continues.)No north, no south, no east, no west,But one, united, free!The Palm and Pine, in Union blest,Now stand for liberty.From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea,May union stronger grow;Thus teach the world humanity,And might together go.(Retire, Palm leaning on arm of Pine.)
Uncle Sam:“She’s up there, Old Glory, where light wings are sped,She dazzles the nations with ripples of red;And she’ll wave for us living, or droop o’er us dead—The flag of our country forever!She’s up there, Old Glory, how bright the stars stream!And the stripes like red signals, of liberty gleam!And we dare for her living or dream the last dream,’Neath the flag of our country forever!She’s up there, Old Glory, no tyrant-dealt scars—No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars!The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars—She’s the flag of our country forever!”There comes from the south (Miss Palm enters) where the balmy breeze blows,There comes from the north (Mr. Pine enters) where the hardy pine grows,Warm hearts and true hearts, loyal and free,The Palm and the Pine now wedded to be.Come stand ’neath the flag, modest Palm, mighty Pine,(Both step to front before Uncle Sam and bow toeach other, and then gracefully salute the flag.)The emblem so dear to brave fathers of thine,And under its bars, and its stars and its blue,Unite now and ever to dare and to do (join hands)What your hearts and your hands can our nation to save,And to keep the old flag o’er the free and the brave.(Uncle Sam, placing his right hand upon thejoined hands of Palm and Pine, continues.)No north, no south, no east, no west,But one, united, free!The Palm and Pine, in Union blest,Now stand for liberty.From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea,May union stronger grow;Thus teach the world humanity,And might together go.(Retire, Palm leaning on arm of Pine.)
Uncle Sam:
Uncle Sam:
“She’s up there, Old Glory, where light wings are sped,She dazzles the nations with ripples of red;And she’ll wave for us living, or droop o’er us dead—The flag of our country forever!
“She’s up there, Old Glory, where light wings are sped,
She dazzles the nations with ripples of red;
And she’ll wave for us living, or droop o’er us dead—
The flag of our country forever!
She’s up there, Old Glory, how bright the stars stream!And the stripes like red signals, of liberty gleam!And we dare for her living or dream the last dream,’Neath the flag of our country forever!
She’s up there, Old Glory, how bright the stars stream!
And the stripes like red signals, of liberty gleam!
And we dare for her living or dream the last dream,
’Neath the flag of our country forever!
She’s up there, Old Glory, no tyrant-dealt scars—No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars!The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars—She’s the flag of our country forever!”
She’s up there, Old Glory, no tyrant-dealt scars—
No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars!
The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars—
She’s the flag of our country forever!”
There comes from the south (Miss Palm enters) where the balmy breeze blows,There comes from the north (Mr. Pine enters) where the hardy pine grows,Warm hearts and true hearts, loyal and free,The Palm and the Pine now wedded to be.Come stand ’neath the flag, modest Palm, mighty Pine,
There comes from the south (Miss Palm enters) where the balmy breeze blows,
There comes from the north (Mr. Pine enters) where the hardy pine grows,
Warm hearts and true hearts, loyal and free,
The Palm and the Pine now wedded to be.
Come stand ’neath the flag, modest Palm, mighty Pine,
(Both step to front before Uncle Sam and bow toeach other, and then gracefully salute the flag.)
(Both step to front before Uncle Sam and bow toeach other, and then gracefully salute the flag.)
The emblem so dear to brave fathers of thine,And under its bars, and its stars and its blue,Unite now and ever to dare and to do (join hands)What your hearts and your hands can our nation to save,And to keep the old flag o’er the free and the brave.
The emblem so dear to brave fathers of thine,
And under its bars, and its stars and its blue,
Unite now and ever to dare and to do (join hands)
What your hearts and your hands can our nation to save,
And to keep the old flag o’er the free and the brave.
(Uncle Sam, placing his right hand upon thejoined hands of Palm and Pine, continues.)
(Uncle Sam, placing his right hand upon thejoined hands of Palm and Pine, continues.)
No north, no south, no east, no west,But one, united, free!The Palm and Pine, in Union blest,Now stand for liberty.From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea,May union stronger grow;Thus teach the world humanity,And might together go.
No north, no south, no east, no west,
But one, united, free!
The Palm and Pine, in Union blest,
Now stand for liberty.
From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea,
May union stronger grow;
Thus teach the world humanity,
And might together go.
(Retire, Palm leaning on arm of Pine.)
(Retire, Palm leaning on arm of Pine.)
At an annual meeting of the Nebraska State Board of Agriculture, held in the city of Lincoln, January 4, 1872, Hon. J. Sterling Morton introduced the following resolution which was unanimously adopted after a short debate as to the name; some desired to call the day “Sylvan” instead of “Arbor:”
Resolved, “That Wednesday, the 10th day of April, 1872, be, and the same is hereby especially set apart and consecrated for tree planting in the State of Nebraska, and the State Board of Agriculture hereby name itArbor Day, and urge upon the people of the State the vital importance of tree planting, and hereby offer a special premium of one hundred dollars to the agricultural society of that county in Nebraska which shall upon that day plant properly the largest number of trees; and a farm library of twenty-five dollars’ worth of books to that person, who, on that day, shall plant properly in Nebraska the greatest number of trees.”
The result was that over a million trees were planted in Nebraska on that first Arbor Day. A few years later, April 22, the birthday of Mr. Morton was set apart by the Governor as Arbor Day in that State, and now nearly all States observe Arbor Day.
(The pupils come on the stage, one at a time, and recite, showing the article about which they speak and give motions.)
(The pupils come on the stage, one at a time, and recite, showing the article about which they speak and give motions.)
1st Pupil(carrying a bunch of toothpicks).
A Toothpick is a little thing, yet it is reported that one factory uses 10,000 cords of wood annually in the production of these splints of wood.
2d Pupil(carrying a box of pegs).
Shoe pegs are small affairs; yet a single factory sends to Europe annually 40,000 bushels of pegs, besides what it sells in this country.
3d Pupil.
A spool is of small account when the thread is wound off; yet several factories use each from 1800 to 3500 cords of wood every year in making these articles. Thousands of acres of birch trees have been bought at one time by thread manufacturers, for the sole purpose of securing a supply of spools.
4th Pupil.
Who thinks much of the little friction match, as he uses it to light the lamp or fire, and then throws it away? But one factory, it is said, makes 60,000,000 of these little articles every day, and uses for this purpose 12,000 square feet of best pine lumber.
5th Pupil.
Forests affect the climate of the country; influence the rain of a country; build up a wall and protect the crops; they keep the air pure. The leaf-mold in forests holds back the rains. We draw $700,000,000 worth of products every year from the trees. No other crop equals this in value.
All in Concert.
“The groves were God’s first temples.Ere man learnedTo hew the shaft and lay the architraveAnd spread the roof above them; ere he framedThe lofty vault, to gather and roll backThe sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt downAnd offered to the Mightiest solemn thanksAnd supplication.”
“The groves were God’s first temples.Ere man learnedTo hew the shaft and lay the architraveAnd spread the roof above them; ere he framedThe lofty vault, to gather and roll backThe sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt downAnd offered to the Mightiest solemn thanksAnd supplication.”
“The groves were God’s first temples.Ere man learnedTo hew the shaft and lay the architraveAnd spread the roof above them; ere he framedThe lofty vault, to gather and roll backThe sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt downAnd offered to the Mightiest solemn thanksAnd supplication.”
“The groves were God’s 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 offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication.”
Up from the smiling earthComes there a voice of mirthOur hearts to cheer;Listen where the willows lean,Lovingly o’er the stream,Listen, where the pine trees dream,Springtime is here.Let us sing merrily,Blithely and cheerily,With the new year;Join in the chorus,Loudly swelling o’er us;Joy is before us,Springtime is here.Come, let us plant a treeTenderly, lovingly,Some heart to cheer,Long may its branches sway,Over the dusty wayWith shade for sultry day,For years to be.Edna D. Proctor.
Up from the smiling earthComes there a voice of mirthOur hearts to cheer;Listen where the willows lean,Lovingly o’er the stream,Listen, where the pine trees dream,Springtime is here.Let us sing merrily,Blithely and cheerily,With the new year;Join in the chorus,Loudly swelling o’er us;Joy is before us,Springtime is here.Come, let us plant a treeTenderly, lovingly,Some heart to cheer,Long may its branches sway,Over the dusty wayWith shade for sultry day,For years to be.Edna D. Proctor.
Up from the smiling earthComes there a voice of mirthOur hearts to cheer;Listen where the willows lean,Lovingly o’er the stream,Listen, where the pine trees dream,Springtime is here.
Up from the smiling earth
Comes there a voice of mirth
Our hearts to cheer;
Listen where the willows lean,
Lovingly o’er the stream,
Listen, where the pine trees dream,
Springtime is here.
Let us sing merrily,Blithely and cheerily,With the new year;Join in the chorus,Loudly swelling o’er us;Joy is before us,Springtime is here.
Let us sing merrily,
Blithely and cheerily,
With the new year;
Join in the chorus,
Loudly swelling o’er us;
Joy is before us,
Springtime is here.
Come, let us plant a treeTenderly, lovingly,Some heart to cheer,Long may its branches sway,Over the dusty wayWith shade for sultry day,For years to be.
Come, let us plant a tree
Tenderly, lovingly,
Some heart to cheer,
Long may its branches sway,
Over the dusty way
With shade for sultry day,
For years to be.
Edna D. Proctor.
Edna D. Proctor.
(By small pupils standing in aisles and in imitation of trees, gestures as indicated.)
(By small pupils standing in aisles and in imitation of trees, gestures as indicated.)
We are trees in tiny rowsGrowing straight and tall;Roots we have so when it(1)blows,None of us may fall.Bending gently(2)to and froThen to(3)left and right,Makes us stronger as we grow,(4)Upward to the light.Tiny branches spreading wide,(5)Adding grace and form,Growing firmly from our side,(6)Hide us from the storm.On our branches, in the spring,(7)Leaves in green unfold;Till the frost with cruel sting,Turns them into gold.Then our brightly tinted leaves,From our branches fall;(8)Flutter in the autumn breeze,To October’s call.(9)Midst our branches squirrels run,Searching for our fruit;And the birds in summer’s sun,(10)Flit in hot pursuitAnd at night when all is still,(11)We have gone to sleep,Comes the owl, a mouse to kill,And(12)hoots in a voice so deep.As little trees of hope we standAnd promises of good;Oh, may we grow up(13)tall and grandA deep and shady wood,Bear sweet and gladsome fruit of love,And shelter weary souls;And(14)lift our crests the storm above,Where endless sunlight rolls.
We are trees in tiny rowsGrowing straight and tall;Roots we have so when it(1)blows,None of us may fall.Bending gently(2)to and froThen to(3)left and right,Makes us stronger as we grow,(4)Upward to the light.Tiny branches spreading wide,(5)Adding grace and form,Growing firmly from our side,(6)Hide us from the storm.On our branches, in the spring,(7)Leaves in green unfold;Till the frost with cruel sting,Turns them into gold.Then our brightly tinted leaves,From our branches fall;(8)Flutter in the autumn breeze,To October’s call.(9)Midst our branches squirrels run,Searching for our fruit;And the birds in summer’s sun,(10)Flit in hot pursuitAnd at night when all is still,(11)We have gone to sleep,Comes the owl, a mouse to kill,And(12)hoots in a voice so deep.As little trees of hope we standAnd promises of good;Oh, may we grow up(13)tall and grandA deep and shady wood,Bear sweet and gladsome fruit of love,And shelter weary souls;And(14)lift our crests the storm above,Where endless sunlight rolls.
We are trees in tiny rowsGrowing straight and tall;Roots we have so when it(1)blows,None of us may fall.
We are trees in tiny rows
Growing straight and tall;
Roots we have so when it(1)blows,
None of us may fall.
Bending gently(2)to and froThen to(3)left and right,Makes us stronger as we grow,(4)Upward to the light.
Bending gently(2)to and fro
Then to(3)left and right,
Makes us stronger as we grow,
(4)Upward to the light.
Tiny branches spreading wide,(5)Adding grace and form,Growing firmly from our side,(6)Hide us from the storm.
Tiny branches spreading wide,(5)
Adding grace and form,
Growing firmly from our side,
(6)Hide us from the storm.
On our branches, in the spring,(7)Leaves in green unfold;Till the frost with cruel sting,Turns them into gold.
On our branches, in the spring,
(7)Leaves in green unfold;
Till the frost with cruel sting,
Turns them into gold.
Then our brightly tinted leaves,From our branches fall;(8)Flutter in the autumn breeze,To October’s call.
Then our brightly tinted leaves,
From our branches fall;
(8)Flutter in the autumn breeze,
To October’s call.
(9)Midst our branches squirrels run,Searching for our fruit;And the birds in summer’s sun,(10)Flit in hot pursuit
(9)Midst our branches squirrels run,
Searching for our fruit;
And the birds in summer’s sun,
(10)Flit in hot pursuit
And at night when all is still,(11)We have gone to sleep,Comes the owl, a mouse to kill,And(12)hoots in a voice so deep.
And at night when all is still,
(11)We have gone to sleep,
Comes the owl, a mouse to kill,
And(12)hoots in a voice so deep.
As little trees of hope we standAnd promises of good;Oh, may we grow up(13)tall and grandA deep and shady wood,
As little trees of hope we stand
And promises of good;
Oh, may we grow up(13)tall and grand
A deep and shady wood,
Bear sweet and gladsome fruit of love,And shelter weary souls;And(14)lift our crests the storm above,Where endless sunlight rolls.
Bear sweet and gladsome fruit of love,
And shelter weary souls;
And(14)lift our crests the storm above,
Where endless sunlight rolls.
1. Half of the number imitate the swaying of trees by the blowing of wind, done by bending head and body to right and left. 2. Hands on hips, body bending forward and backward. 3. Body bending left and right. 4. Point upward with right hands. 5. Slowly extend arms. 6. Crouch as in hiding. 7. Arms extended, open hands slowly. 8. Arms extended, move fingers like fluttering leaves. 9. First imitate leaping squirrel with right hand; then with left; then with both hands. 10. Move hands to and fro with fast moving fingers. 11. Arms extended direct above head, fingers closed and eyes shut. 12. Half the number imitate thehootswhile others recite. 13. Move arm full length obliquely from right side, and direct eyes upward in same direction. 14. Lift both hands slowly to full length above head in front of body, and look up.
1. Half of the number imitate the swaying of trees by the blowing of wind, done by bending head and body to right and left. 2. Hands on hips, body bending forward and backward. 3. Body bending left and right. 4. Point upward with right hands. 5. Slowly extend arms. 6. Crouch as in hiding. 7. Arms extended, open hands slowly. 8. Arms extended, move fingers like fluttering leaves. 9. First imitate leaping squirrel with right hand; then with left; then with both hands. 10. Move hands to and fro with fast moving fingers. 11. Arms extended direct above head, fingers closed and eyes shut. 12. Half the number imitate thehootswhile others recite. 13. Move arm full length obliquely from right side, and direct eyes upward in same direction. 14. Lift both hands slowly to full length above head in front of body, and look up.
Through the golden summertime we’ve all been sowing seeds;Oh they’ve sprung to blossoms or to tall and ugly weeds;Children have we sown the seed of wrong or kindly deeds,All through the bright days of summer.Chorus.The seeds we planted along life’s onward way,Are swiftly growing, growing every day;What the harvest time shall be, it is for us to say—Let us be cheerful in sowing.
Through the golden summertime we’ve all been sowing seeds;Oh they’ve sprung to blossoms or to tall and ugly weeds;Children have we sown the seed of wrong or kindly deeds,All through the bright days of summer.Chorus.The seeds we planted along life’s onward way,Are swiftly growing, growing every day;What the harvest time shall be, it is for us to say—Let us be cheerful in sowing.
Through the golden summertime we’ve all been sowing seeds;Oh they’ve sprung to blossoms or to tall and ugly weeds;Children have we sown the seed of wrong or kindly deeds,All through the bright days of summer.
Through the golden summertime we’ve all been sowing seeds;
Oh they’ve sprung to blossoms or to tall and ugly weeds;
Children have we sown the seed of wrong or kindly deeds,
All through the bright days of summer.
Chorus.
Chorus.
The seeds we planted along life’s onward way,Are swiftly growing, growing every day;What the harvest time shall be, it is for us to say—Let us be cheerful in sowing.
The seeds we planted along life’s onward way,
Are swiftly growing, growing every day;
What the harvest time shall be, it is for us to say—
Let us be cheerful in sowing.
If you have a friend worth loving,Love him. Yes, and let him knowThat you love him, ere life’s eveningTinge his brow with sunset glow.Why should good words ne’er be saidOf a friend till he is dead?If you hear a song that thrills you,Sung by any child of song,Praise it. Do not let the singerWait deserved praises long.Why should one who thrills your heartLack the joy you may impart?If a silvery laugh goes ripplingThrough the sunshine on his race,Share it. ’Tis the wise man’s sayingFor both joy and grief a place.There’s health and goodness in the mirthIn which an honest laugh has birth.If your work is made more easyBy a friendly helping hand,Say so. Speak out brave and trulyEre the darkness veil the land.Should a brother workman dearFalter for a word of cheer?Scatter thus your seeds of kindness,All enriching as you go—Leave them. Trust the Harvest Giver,He will make each seed to grow.So, until its happy endYour life shall never lack a friend.
If you have a friend worth loving,Love him. Yes, and let him knowThat you love him, ere life’s eveningTinge his brow with sunset glow.Why should good words ne’er be saidOf a friend till he is dead?If you hear a song that thrills you,Sung by any child of song,Praise it. Do not let the singerWait deserved praises long.Why should one who thrills your heartLack the joy you may impart?If a silvery laugh goes ripplingThrough the sunshine on his race,Share it. ’Tis the wise man’s sayingFor both joy and grief a place.There’s health and goodness in the mirthIn which an honest laugh has birth.If your work is made more easyBy a friendly helping hand,Say so. Speak out brave and trulyEre the darkness veil the land.Should a brother workman dearFalter for a word of cheer?Scatter thus your seeds of kindness,All enriching as you go—Leave them. Trust the Harvest Giver,He will make each seed to grow.So, until its happy endYour life shall never lack a friend.
If you have a friend worth loving,Love him. Yes, and let him knowThat you love him, ere life’s eveningTinge his brow with sunset glow.Why should good words ne’er be saidOf a friend till he is dead?
If you have a friend worth loving,
Love him. Yes, and let him know
That you love him, ere life’s evening
Tinge his brow with sunset glow.
Why should good words ne’er be said
Of a friend till he is dead?
If you hear a song that thrills you,Sung by any child of song,Praise it. Do not let the singerWait deserved praises long.Why should one who thrills your heartLack the joy you may impart?
If you hear a song that thrills you,
Sung by any child of song,
Praise it. Do not let the singer
Wait deserved praises long.
Why should one who thrills your heart
Lack the joy you may impart?
If a silvery laugh goes ripplingThrough the sunshine on his race,Share it. ’Tis the wise man’s sayingFor both joy and grief a place.There’s health and goodness in the mirthIn which an honest laugh has birth.
If a silvery laugh goes rippling
Through the sunshine on his race,
Share it. ’Tis the wise man’s saying
For both joy and grief a place.
There’s health and goodness in the mirth
In which an honest laugh has birth.
If your work is made more easyBy a friendly helping hand,Say so. Speak out brave and trulyEre the darkness veil the land.Should a brother workman dearFalter for a word of cheer?
If your work is made more easy
By a friendly helping hand,
Say so. Speak out brave and truly
Ere the darkness veil the land.
Should a brother workman dear
Falter for a word of cheer?
Scatter thus your seeds of kindness,All enriching as you go—Leave them. Trust the Harvest Giver,He will make each seed to grow.So, until its happy endYour life shall never lack a friend.
Scatter thus your seeds of kindness,
All enriching as you go—
Leave them. Trust the Harvest Giver,
He will make each seed to grow.
So, until its happy end
Your life shall never lack a friend.
(For a man dressed in farmer’s costume.)
Home from his journey Farmer JohnArrived this morning safe and sound;His black off and his old clothes on;“Now I’m myself,” says Farmer John;And he thinks, “I’ll look round.”Up leaps the dog: “Get down, you pup!Are you so glad you would eat me up?”The old cow lows at the gate to greet him,The horses prick up their ears to meet him:“Well, well, old Bay!Ha, ha, old Gray!Do you get good food when I’m away?You haven’t a rib,” says Farmer John;“The cattle are looking round and sleek;The colt is going to be a roan,And a beauty, too; how he has grown!We’ll wean the calf next week.”“I’ve found this out,” says Farmer John,“That happiness is not bought and sold,And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,In nights of pleasure and days of worry;And wealth isn’t all in gold,Mortgages, stocks, and ten per cent.,But in simple ways and sweet content;Few wants, pure hope, and noble ends,Some land to till, and a few good friendsLike you, old Bay,And you, old Gray:That’s what I learned by going away.”J. T. Trowbridge.
Home from his journey Farmer JohnArrived this morning safe and sound;His black off and his old clothes on;“Now I’m myself,” says Farmer John;And he thinks, “I’ll look round.”Up leaps the dog: “Get down, you pup!Are you so glad you would eat me up?”The old cow lows at the gate to greet him,The horses prick up their ears to meet him:“Well, well, old Bay!Ha, ha, old Gray!Do you get good food when I’m away?You haven’t a rib,” says Farmer John;“The cattle are looking round and sleek;The colt is going to be a roan,And a beauty, too; how he has grown!We’ll wean the calf next week.”“I’ve found this out,” says Farmer John,“That happiness is not bought and sold,And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,In nights of pleasure and days of worry;And wealth isn’t all in gold,Mortgages, stocks, and ten per cent.,But in simple ways and sweet content;Few wants, pure hope, and noble ends,Some land to till, and a few good friendsLike you, old Bay,And you, old Gray:That’s what I learned by going away.”J. T. Trowbridge.
Home from his journey Farmer JohnArrived this morning safe and sound;His black off and his old clothes on;“Now I’m myself,” says Farmer John;And he thinks, “I’ll look round.”
Home from his journey Farmer John
Arrived this morning safe and sound;
His black off and his old clothes on;
“Now I’m myself,” says Farmer John;
And he thinks, “I’ll look round.”
Up leaps the dog: “Get down, you pup!Are you so glad you would eat me up?”The old cow lows at the gate to greet him,The horses prick up their ears to meet him:“Well, well, old Bay!Ha, ha, old Gray!Do you get good food when I’m away?You haven’t a rib,” says Farmer John;“The cattle are looking round and sleek;The colt is going to be a roan,And a beauty, too; how he has grown!We’ll wean the calf next week.”
Up leaps the dog: “Get down, you pup!
Are you so glad you would eat me up?”
The old cow lows at the gate to greet him,
The horses prick up their ears to meet him:
“Well, well, old Bay!
Ha, ha, old Gray!
Do you get good food when I’m away?
You haven’t a rib,” says Farmer John;
“The cattle are looking round and sleek;
The colt is going to be a roan,
And a beauty, too; how he has grown!
We’ll wean the calf next week.”
“I’ve found this out,” says Farmer John,“That happiness is not bought and sold,And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,In nights of pleasure and days of worry;And wealth isn’t all in gold,Mortgages, stocks, and ten per cent.,But in simple ways and sweet content;Few wants, pure hope, and noble ends,Some land to till, and a few good friendsLike you, old Bay,And you, old Gray:That’s what I learned by going away.”
“I’ve found this out,” says Farmer John,
“That happiness is not bought and sold,
And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,
In nights of pleasure and days of worry;
And wealth isn’t all in gold,
Mortgages, stocks, and ten per cent.,
But in simple ways and sweet content;
Few wants, pure hope, and noble ends,
Some land to till, and a few good friends
Like you, old Bay,
And you, old Gray:
That’s what I learned by going away.”
J. T. Trowbridge.
J. T. Trowbridge.
(For boys and girls.)
First:Earth, of man the bounteous mother,Feeds him still with golden grain;He who best would aid a brotherShares with him his loaded wain.Second:Many a power within her bosom,Noiseless hidden, works beneath;Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,Golden ear, and clustered wreath.Third:These to swell with strength and beautyIs the royal task of man;Man’s a king; his throne is duty,Since his work on earth began.Fourth:Bud and harvest, bloom and vintage—These, like men, are fruits of earth;Stamped in clay, a heavenly mintage.All from dust receive their birth.Fifth:What the dream but vain rebelling,If from earth we sought to flee?’Tis our stored and ample dwelling;’Tis from it the skies we see.Sixth:Wind and frost, and hour and season,Land and water, sun and shade—Work with these, as bids thy reason,For they work thy toil to aid.All in concert:Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!Man himself is all a seed;Hope and hardship, joy and sadness—Slow the plant to ripeness lead.John Sterling.
First:Earth, of man the bounteous mother,Feeds him still with golden grain;He who best would aid a brotherShares with him his loaded wain.Second:Many a power within her bosom,Noiseless hidden, works beneath;Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,Golden ear, and clustered wreath.Third:These to swell with strength and beautyIs the royal task of man;Man’s a king; his throne is duty,Since his work on earth began.Fourth:Bud and harvest, bloom and vintage—These, like men, are fruits of earth;Stamped in clay, a heavenly mintage.All from dust receive their birth.Fifth:What the dream but vain rebelling,If from earth we sought to flee?’Tis our stored and ample dwelling;’Tis from it the skies we see.Sixth:Wind and frost, and hour and season,Land and water, sun and shade—Work with these, as bids thy reason,For they work thy toil to aid.All in concert:Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!Man himself is all a seed;Hope and hardship, joy and sadness—Slow the plant to ripeness lead.John Sterling.
First:
First:
Earth, of man the bounteous mother,Feeds him still with golden grain;He who best would aid a brotherShares with him his loaded wain.
Earth, of man the bounteous mother,
Feeds him still with golden grain;
He who best would aid a brother
Shares with him his loaded wain.
Second:
Second:
Many a power within her bosom,Noiseless hidden, works beneath;Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,Golden ear, and clustered wreath.
Many a power within her bosom,
Noiseless hidden, works beneath;
Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,
Golden ear, and clustered wreath.
Third:
Third:
These to swell with strength and beautyIs the royal task of man;Man’s a king; his throne is duty,Since his work on earth began.
These to swell with strength and beauty
Is the royal task of man;
Man’s a king; his throne is duty,
Since his work on earth began.
Fourth:
Fourth:
Bud and harvest, bloom and vintage—These, like men, are fruits of earth;Stamped in clay, a heavenly mintage.All from dust receive their birth.
Bud and harvest, bloom and vintage—
These, like men, are fruits of earth;
Stamped in clay, a heavenly mintage.
All from dust receive their birth.
Fifth:
Fifth:
What the dream but vain rebelling,If from earth we sought to flee?’Tis our stored and ample dwelling;’Tis from it the skies we see.
What the dream but vain rebelling,
If from earth we sought to flee?
’Tis our stored and ample dwelling;
’Tis from it the skies we see.
Sixth:
Sixth:
Wind and frost, and hour and season,Land and water, sun and shade—Work with these, as bids thy reason,For they work thy toil to aid.
Wind and frost, and hour and season,
Land and water, sun and shade—
Work with these, as bids thy reason,
For they work thy toil to aid.
All in concert:
All in concert:
Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!Man himself is all a seed;Hope and hardship, joy and sadness—Slow the plant to ripeness lead.
Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!
Man himself is all a seed;
Hope and hardship, joy and sadness—
Slow the plant to ripeness lead.
John Sterling.
John Sterling.
I call upon those whom I address to stand up for the nobility of labor. It is Heaven’s great ordinance for human improvement. Let not that great ordinance be broken down. What do I say? It is broken down; and it has been broken down for ages. Let it, then, be built up again; here, if anywhere, on these shores of a new world—of a new civilization. But how, I may be asked, is it broken down? Do not men toil? it may be said. They do, indeed, toil; but they, too, generally do it because they must. Many submit to it as, in some sort, a degrading necessity; and they desire nothing so much on earth as escape from it. They fulfill the great law of labor in the letter, but break it in the spirit; fulfill it with the muscle, but break it with the mind.
To some field of labor, mental or manual, every idler should fasten, as a chosen and coveted theatre of improvement. But so is he not impelled to do, under the teachings of our imperfect civilization. On the contrary, he sits down, folds his hands, and blesses himself in his idleness. This way of thinking is the heritage of the absurd and unjust feudal system, under which serfs labored, and gentlemen spent their lives in fighting and feasting. It is time that this opprobrium of toil were done away with.
Ashamed to toil, art thou? Ashamed of thy dingy workshop and dusty labor-field; of thy hard hands, scarred with service more honorable than that of war; of thy soiled and weather-stained garments, on which Mother Nature has embroidered, ’midst sun and rain, ’midst fire and steam, her own heraldic honors? Ashamed of these tokens and titles, and envious of the flaunting robes of imbecile idleness and vanity? It is treason to nature—it is impiety to Heaven—it is breaking Heaven’s great ordinance.Toil, I repeat—toil, either of the brain, or of the heart, or of the hand, is the only true manhood, the only true nobility!
Orville Dewey.
(For a lad who holds a tall stalk of corn in left hand.)
Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard;Heap high the golden corn!No richer gift has autumn pouredFrom her most lavish horn!Let other lands, exulting, gleanThe apple from the pine,The orange from its glossy green,The cluster from the vine;We better love the hardy giftOur rugged vales bestow,To cheer us when the storm shall driftOur harvest-fields with snow.Where’er the wide old kitchen hearthSends up its smoky curls,Who will not thank the kindly earth,And bless our farmer girls?Then shame on all the proud and vain,Whose folly laughs to scornThe blessing of our hardy grain,Our wealth of golden corn!Let earth withhold her goodly root,Let mildew blight the rye,Give to the worm the orchard’s fruit,The wheat-field to the fly.But let the good old crop adornThe hills our fathers trod;Still let us, for his golden corn,Send up our thanks to God!J. G. Whittier.
Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard;Heap high the golden corn!No richer gift has autumn pouredFrom her most lavish horn!Let other lands, exulting, gleanThe apple from the pine,The orange from its glossy green,The cluster from the vine;We better love the hardy giftOur rugged vales bestow,To cheer us when the storm shall driftOur harvest-fields with snow.Where’er the wide old kitchen hearthSends up its smoky curls,Who will not thank the kindly earth,And bless our farmer girls?Then shame on all the proud and vain,Whose folly laughs to scornThe blessing of our hardy grain,Our wealth of golden corn!Let earth withhold her goodly root,Let mildew blight the rye,Give to the worm the orchard’s fruit,The wheat-field to the fly.But let the good old crop adornThe hills our fathers trod;Still let us, for his golden corn,Send up our thanks to God!J. G. Whittier.
Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard;Heap high the golden corn!No richer gift has autumn pouredFrom her most lavish horn!
Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard;
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has autumn poured
From her most lavish horn!
Let other lands, exulting, gleanThe apple from the pine,The orange from its glossy green,The cluster from the vine;
Let other lands, exulting, glean
The apple from the pine,
The orange from its glossy green,
The cluster from the vine;
We better love the hardy giftOur rugged vales bestow,To cheer us when the storm shall driftOur harvest-fields with snow.
We better love the hardy gift
Our rugged vales bestow,
To cheer us when the storm shall drift
Our harvest-fields with snow.
Where’er the wide old kitchen hearthSends up its smoky curls,Who will not thank the kindly earth,And bless our farmer girls?
Where’er the wide old kitchen hearth
Sends up its smoky curls,
Who will not thank the kindly earth,
And bless our farmer girls?
Then shame on all the proud and vain,Whose folly laughs to scornThe blessing of our hardy grain,Our wealth of golden corn!
Then shame on all the proud and vain,
Whose folly laughs to scorn
The blessing of our hardy grain,
Our wealth of golden corn!
Let earth withhold her goodly root,Let mildew blight the rye,Give to the worm the orchard’s fruit,The wheat-field to the fly.
Let earth withhold her goodly root,
Let mildew blight the rye,
Give to the worm the orchard’s fruit,
The wheat-field to the fly.
But let the good old crop adornThe hills our fathers trod;Still let us, for his golden corn,Send up our thanks to God!
But let the good old crop adorn
The hills our fathers trod;
Still let us, for his golden corn,
Send up our thanks to God!
J. G. Whittier.
J. G. Whittier.