Arbor Day: Its History, Observation, Spirit and Significance

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Moffat, Yard, 1909 - Arbor Day - 360 pages
 

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Page 262 - I. CHRONICLES xvi. 33. Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the Lord. JOB xiv. 7, 8, 9. For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease, though the root thereof wax old
Page 96 - doth inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song. And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 264 - 3. That they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified. ST. MATTHEW vii. 17. Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. vii. 18. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. 19. Every tree that bringeth not forth good
Page 209 - It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white
Page 90 - BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WHEN the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, "Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain. I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-in of storms. From the earth's loosened
Page 90 - From the earth's loosened mold The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives: Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold, The drooping tree revives. The softly warbled song Comes through the pleasant woods, and colored wings Are glancing in the golden sun, along The forest openings. And when bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Page 167 - The fresh, moist ground, are all instinct with Thee. Here is continual worship; nature, here, In the tranquillity that Thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes; and yon
Page 175 - The tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow. Said the child, "May I gather thy berries now?" "Yes; all thou canst see; Take them; all are for thee," Said the tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low.
Page 113 - And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray On the leaping waters and gay young isles; Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away. THE
Page 175 - BY JOHN DRYDEN THE monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots slowly up, and spreads by slow degrees; Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state, and in three more decays. THE TREE BY

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