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Add to tliy silent music.
'’I'llrou^h sunlit days when IMiotbus rolls
His j^'ukU-n wheel across the sky,
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d moonlight nights when Luna casts
Her silver beams upon thy Tace— X Tliou standest here, serene, yet ever watchihil, X
Fluting' upon thy pipes, unheard liy us. The song' of everything in Nature.
And once each year these childi’en come To \])lay their parts before-thee,
Steadied, it may be, by the ancltnt wisdom X Of thine eyes, the tender mockery X
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Of thy smile.
And thou, Great God. unknown to Greece or I’an,
Encompassing with love men’s lesser gods And men, on this, perhaps the least
Of all thy worlds,
Grant to these children happy memories and long,
Of moonlight night, with grassy sward, and gracious elm. Of loyal comradeships and older friends,
Of I^an the guai'dian, and of us.
The makei'S of this place.”
Miss Maielsden Spoke Last:
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“Grow, we \])ray thee, Little dark tree!
Strongly thi’eading the eai’th bc-ncath. Lifting thy spire toward the radiant slties,
IJi'Ush with tliy tips the .smiling Pan. Over his shoulder, and higher, rise.
Gi'ow with the seasons’ lovely change; Through summer’s white noons, blazing fall’s
goi'geous rout,
HTie sliarp stars of winter, the green mist of spring. X
\\'hen iVCay brings the iris and columbine out.
'Thou Shalt have jewels,—the spangle of raindrops, Gold webs of the firefly, elusively spun,
Amber leaves of the elm-tree, drifting in autumn. And sleet's crystal miracle, fire in the sun.
Thou shalt see storm-clouds, and apricot sunset.
The high waning moon, and the wind-driven snow. Laby rabbits shall frisk in the cold dew before thee. White tulips shall bloom, and the sweet lilac blow.
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Thou shalt hear the thrush and the oriole calling. X And the small owl hoot in the deep of the night.
'Thou shalt hear young voices, and laughter, and singing. The breeze in thy branches, the bird’s rushing flight.
The harp’s rippling music shall tremble about thee. <
d the flute’s cool breath, the voice of the air. Alilton and Shakespeare shall splendidly utter
Wisdom, and anguish, mirth. ra\])ture, despair.
From forked lightning, wild tempest, hot di’ought, be well shielded. May Pan of the AVoodland guard thee from these!
Grow straight, and grow tall, in thy grave, slender dai'kness.
The heart of the gai'den, our darling of trees.
Grow, we pray thee. Little dear tree!”
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Then the procession marched l)ack witli solemn tread across the hockey field
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