(12) Sweet and dear; sweet and dear ;— (14) See the light of her blue eyes Smiles upon us from the skies; (17) Gladly ring; gladly ring; Every heart aglow. (18) Dancing at our queen's own ball, (21) Welcome, Queen of Spring! (22) Sadly ring; sadly ring; (24) Sadly toll each tiny bell, Till it breathes a fond farewell; (25) Sadly ring; sadly ring; (26) Branches of Trees. (Recitations with marching chorus.) 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. Chorus. Trees, trees are ours, the sweet spring flowers, Very beautiful are to view, Yet the stately trees that sway in the breeze, Are graceful and bonny, too; Are graceful and bonny, too. Branches we bring from the woods of spring; Note each blossoming, budding bough At dawn of day his choice he'll make ; The ripest, reddest he will take ; Yet, still I know there'll surely be Fourth Boy (maple).— The maple, with its leaflets green, In brilliant colors, richly died, Reds, browns, and greens, and golds, It charms the eye. To landscape drear It gives a warmth and light; Thru all the seasons of the year We love the maple bright. Fifth Boy (peach).— The peach is mine. Its blossoms, pink and sweet, And well we love the rare, delicious fruit, Sixth Boy (apple).— The apple I bring. Oh, tell me where With our gnarled old friend by the orchard wall; He may not be so straight or tall As others are, nor famed so wide; Yet the apple tree is the children's pride. |