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(12) Sweet and dear; sweet and dear ;-
Smiles upon us from the skies ;
Let each tiny blossom swing
Every heart aglow.
(22) Sadly ring; sadly ring ;
Time is ever on the wing ;
Our dear queen must go!
Till it breathes a fond farewell ;
Branches of Trees.
By JENNIE D. MOORE. A chorus at one side, or the entire school in their seats sing the opening and closing song as the boys march in and place themselves in a row upon the platform. Each one carries a branch of the tree (or one resembling it) in his hand, and while speaking, stands in the center of the platform. The tune of the chorus is “We March, We March to Victory,” in “Song Treasures,” published by E. L. KELLOGG & Co.
Very beautiful are to view,
Are graceful and bonny, too;
Are graceful and bonny, too.
Note each blossoming, budding bough
At dawn of day his choice he'll make;
Some sweet, red cherries left for me.
The maple, with its leaflets green,
Can claim a beauty all its own ;
A tree more fair is hardly known.
Well pleased we spend the sultry hours,
And zephyrs, redolent with flowers.
Its beauty rare unfolds,
Reds, browns, and greens, and golds,
Thru all the seasons of the year
We love the maple bright. Fifth Boy (peach).
The peach is mine. Its blossoms, pink and sweet,
Are beautiful. The tree is fair to view,
When ripened well by summer's sun and dew.
Is pleasing to the taste and to the eye.
The apple I bring. Oh, tell me where