WHAT does he plant who plants a tree?
He plants a friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
It was an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy that was half-past three;
And the way that they played together
Was beautiful to see.
I have let the world go.
That’s the door that closed
Behind the holy father. I am shrived.
OH, what's the way to Arcady,
To Arcady, To Arcady;
Oh, what's the way to Arcady,
Where all the leaves are merry?
I would not have you so kindly,
Thus early in friendship’s year—
A little too gently, blindly,
'I know what you are going to say,' she said,
And she stood up, looking uncommonly tall:
Tell me what within her eyes
Makes the forgotten Spring arise,
And all the day, if kind she looks,
Flow to a tune like tinkling brooks;
No longer, 0 scholars, shall Plautus
Be taught us.
No more shall professors be partial
NEW YORK, July 20, 1883.
The town goes on as though
It thought you still were in it;