THE TREE'S LESSON.
Away, in a sunnier clime than this,
Afar o'er the billowy sea.
They show us a rare and a wonderful sight—
The Pine Umbrella Tree.
Afar o'er the billowy sea.
They show us a rare and a wonderful sight—
The Pine Umbrella Tree.
It seems, like some faithful sentinel,
In those Temple grounds to stand;
The murmuring winds, through it, music make,
Like the ripple of waves on the strand.
In those Temple grounds to stand;
The murmuring winds, through it, music make,
Like the ripple of waves on the strand.
Gay birds in its green boughs carol such songs,
That the little ones pause 'mid their play;
While the world-worn and weary oft turn with a smile;
To hear what these "tongues in trees" say.
That the little ones pause 'mid their play;
While the world-worn and weary oft turn with a smile;
To hear what these "tongues in trees" say.
Who plants of this marvellous tree the seed,
Can ne'er hope to gaze on its flower;
For a hundred changeful years must pass,
To bring on its blossoming hour.
Can ne'er hope to gaze on its flower;
For a hundred changeful years must pass,
To bring on its blossoming hour.
