Arbor Day in Massachusetts: April 28, 1906 |
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acorn April Arbor Day beautiful blue bluebirds Bobolink Boston branches breeze brown-tail caterpillar Bryant buds burlap burning carried my three COMMONWEALTH OF MASSACHUSETTS CURTIS GUILD destroy dressed in jacket egg clusters egg mass feed Female brown-tail moth fences flowering plants flowers foliage Forestry fruit groves grow Gypsy and Brown-tail gypsy moth caterpillar hundred insects jacket of gray kill larvæ leaves little birdies Lowell LUCY LARCOM maple native trees numbers nuts ornament pine places plant the tree plant trees protection pruning pupa pupils red oak roadside ruffed grouse school garden school grounds school yard seeds Seventh student shade trees shrubs and vines silver maple sing Snow birds soil song sparrow species Spraying spread spring squirrels student representing sugar maple three little robins three little trees to-day tree planting tree swallows Trees and shrubs value of trees winds winged moths winter wood wrens
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Page 24 - THE forests of America, however slighted by man, must have been a great delight to God;( for they were the best He ever planted. The whole continent was a garden, and from the beginning it seemed to be favored above all the other wild parks and gardens of the globe.
Page 27 - Through the grass at his feet crept maidens sweet, To gather the dew of May. And on that day to the rebeck gay They frolicked with lovesome swains ; They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid, But the tree it still remains.
Page 28 - Go, my son, into the forest, Where the red deer herd together, Kill for us a famous roebuck, Kill for us a deer with antlers ! " Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his bow and arrows ; And the birds sang round him, o'er him, " Do not shoot us, Hiawatha ! " Sang the Opechee, the robin, Sang the blue-bird, the Owaissa,
Page 27 - Plant in the spring-time the beautiful trees, So that in future each soft summer breeze, Whispering through tree-tops may call to our mind, Days of our childhood then left far behind. Days when we learned to be faithful and...
Page 28 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in summer, Where they hid themselves in winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Page 27 - Oh, where is the boy, dressed in jacket of gray, Who climbed up a tree in the orchard to-day, And carried my three little birdies away ? They hardly were dressed, When he took from the nest My three little robins, and left me bereft.
Page 27 - IF Mother Nature patches The leaves of trees and vines, I'm sure she does her darning With the needles of the pines. They are so long and slender; And sometimes, in full view, They have their thread of cobwebs, And thimbles made of dew.
Page 28 - Little by little," an acorn said, As it slowly sank in its mossy bed, "I am improving every day, Hidden deep in the earth away." Little by little, each day it grew, Little by little, it sipped the dew ; Downward it sent out a thread-like root, Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot.
Page 27 - The little cares that fretted me I lost them yesterday, Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play, Among the lowing of the herds, The rustling of the trees, Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees. The foolish fears of what...
Page 27 - A SONG to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long; Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. There's fear in his frown when the sun goes down, And the fire in the west fades out; And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout.