y lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

--_Christina G. Rossetti._

ARBOR DAY MARCH.

AIR--"MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA."

Celebrate the Arbor Day
With march and song and cheer,
For the season comes to us
But once in every year;
Should we not remember it,
And make the memory dear,
Memories sweet for this May day.

CHORUS.

Hurrah! Hurrah! The Arbor Day is here;
Hurrah! Hurrah! It gladdens every year,
So we plant a young tree on blithesome Arbor Day,
While we are singing for gladness.

ARBOR DAY SONG.

(AIR: HOLD THE FORT.)

Friends and parents gather with us,
In our school today,
Thoughts of grove and tangled wildwoods,
In our minds hold sway.

CHORUS.

Spare the trees, Oh thoughtless woodman,
Hew but what you need,
They give balm to vagrant breezes,
For their lives we plead.

Giant oaks in sunny pastures
Cast their pleasant shade
Maples clad in gold and crimson
Cheer the darkened glade.

Lofty firs and murmuring pine trees
Shading mountain's crest,
Are the growth of weary ages;
For them we protest.

Heralded in leafy banners,
Season's four we greet;
Every bough a sacred temple
For the song birds sweet.

--_Iowa Special Days._

WE LOVE THE TREES.

(TUNE: "THERE'S MUSIC IN THE AIR.")

We love the grand old trees,
With the Oak, their royal king,
And the Maple, forest queen,
We to her homage bring;
And the Elm, with stately form,
Long withstanding wind and storm,
Pine, low whispering to the breeze,
O, we love the grand old trees!

We love the grand old trees,
The Cedar, bright above the snow,
The Poplar, straight and tall,
And the Willow, weeping low,
Butternut and Walnut, too,
Hickory, so staunch and true,
Basswood, blooming for the bees,
O, we love the grand old trees!

We love the grand old trees,
The Tulip, branching broad and high,
The Beech, with shining robe,
And the Birch, so sweet and shy,
Aged Chestnuts, fair to see,
Holly, bright with Christmas glee,
Laurel, crown for victories,
O, we love the grand old