Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1899-05-11

II II never eaIa rams ans roses, wnen we want
10 nave more roses we must plant more
| trees.
| GEORGE ELIOT
Jock, when We haze naething else to do. ye
may be sticking IN tree; it will be grow
| ing JOCK, when ye're sleeping"
Highland Laird of Scotland
When we plant a tree, we are doing what
we can to make our planet a more whole
some and happier dwelling place for those
VINO come after US, if not for ourselves. AS
you drop the seed, as you plant the sapling,
your left hand hardly knows what your
right hand is doing. But Nature knows and
N due time the Power that sees and works
i'll secret will reward you openly.
HOLMES.
The tree of the field is mans life"
L thank heaven every summers day of nv
life that my lot was humbly cast within the
hearing Of romping brooks, and beneath the
shadow OF oaks, and away from all the
tramp and hustle of the world into which
fortune has led me in these latter years OF
my life delight to steal away tor days
and for weeks together, and battle my spirit
in the freedom of the old woods and to grow
young again lying upon the brookside, and
counting the white clouds that sail along
the sky, softly and TRANQUILITY even as holV
memories go stealing over the vault of life
donald g. MITCHELL.
The best verses 1 have produced are the
trees | have planted"
HOLMES.
In all places, then, and in all seasons,
Flowers expand their light and soul-like
Teaching Us by most persuasive reasons,
How akin they are to human beings"
-LoNGFELLOw.
A glorious tree is the old gray oak;
He has stood and frowned on the trees
around
Like king among his peers
As round their king they stand, so now,
When the flowers their pale leaves fold
The tall trees round him stand arrayd
In their robes of purple and gold.
-LoNGFELLow.
o violets tender,
Your shy tribute render
Tie round your wet faces your soft hoods of
blue;
And carry your sweetness
Your dainty completeness
To some tired hand that is longing for you.
MAY RILEY SMITH.
The little bird sang as if it were
The one day of summer in all the year.
And the very leaves seemed to sing On the
trees.
LOWELL.
And fcwers-the fairy-peopled world of
flowers
Thou from the dust hast set that glory
free,
Coloring the cowslip with the sunny hours,
And penciIing the wood anemone;
Silent they seem ; yet each to thoughtful eye
CLOVIS with mute poesy.
Mas. HEMANs.
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
WORDSWORTH.
The violet in her greenwood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazels mingIe,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen or copSe or forest dingle.
WALTER SCOTT.
Faint murmurs from the pine-tops reach my
AS if a harp-string in some far
sphere
Vibrating in the lucid atmosphere,
Let the soft south wind watt its music here.
II. B. ALDR1CH.
White water lily, Graded and caressed
By ocean streams, and from the silt and
Lifting thy golden flaments and seeds,
Thy sun-iIlumined spires, thy crown and
-LoNGFELLow.
Then rears the ash his airy crest,
Then shines the birch in silver vest,
And the beach in glistening leaves is drest,
And dark between shows the oaks proud
Like chieftain's frowning tower
Flower in the crannied wall,
| pluck you out of the crannies =
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little fOwer-but if l could understand
What you are. root and all, and all in ALL
l should know what God and man is.
ALFRED TENNYSoN.
To all. a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower.
WILLIAM BLAKE.
Your voiceless lips, 0 Flowers, are living
preachers,
Each cup a pulpit and each leaf book.
HORACE SMITH.
have fancy ; how shall 1 bring it
Home to all mortals wherever they be!
3 = Set it to music give it a tune,
Tune the brook sings you, tune the breeze
brings you,
Tune the wild columbfnes nod to in June!
LOWELL.
June's brakeman part O the year
Gladdens on wings, the bobolink is here.
j. r. LOWELL.