The tree we plant in years becomes
A monarch old and gray,
And thousands from unbuilded homes
Will bless our Arbor Day;
We plant not for the present time,
But for the days in store.
And those who come from distant clime
Will bless us o'er and o'er.

Hail Arbor Day! With busy hands
With cheerful hearts and free
We come in Nature; loving hands
To plant the bush or tree;
Unto the wide extending plain,
Or to the sun scorched way
We bring the cooling shade again
With joy this Arbor Day.

DON'T FORGET THE TREE.

Where halts the pilgrim for an hour
Let some tree rear its head,
Our work can greet him with a flower,
Or luscious fruit instead;
Plant for the dawning years a tree,
'Twill not be labor lost;
You'll live to bless the day and see
How little was the cost.

Plant trees upon the barren hill
And in the village street,
And shade the little sunny rill
Whose song is rich and sweet;
Where there's a will there is a way.
So let the children come
And plant a tree this Arbor Day--
A tree that stands for Home.

Methinks the rose will fairer bloom
Upon the bush we set,
And softer be its perfume
Above its coronet;
Let every child in Freedom's land
Hail Arbor Day with glee,
And plant with every busy hand
A shrub, a bush or tree.

God made the many trees for shade,
So plant one on this day,
In field, in town, in glen and glade
They yield a gentle sway;
In troops let all the children come
With music, song and cheer;
For Arbor Day is near to Home,
And Home is always dear.

Go plant a tree where none is found,
Make bright some treeless spot,
And as the ceaseless years go round
You will not be forgot;
From hill to hill, from shore to shore,
Let hands forget their play,
And men will bless forevermore
Our sacred Arbor Day.

--_T. C. Harbaugh._

[Illustration: ALONG THE MAUMEE.]

[Illustration: THE THOUGHTLESS LUMBER-MAN LEAVES AN UNCANNY WAKE.]

TRAILING ARBUTUS.

Ere the latest snow of Springtime
Leaves the shelter of the woodlands;
While it still in every hollow
Waits with a wavering indecision,
Loath to vanish at the ma