Identifier: annualprogramfor1914rhod (find matches)
Title: Annual program for the observance of Arbor day in the schools of Rhode Island .
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Rhode Island. Office of Commissioner of Education Harris Collection of American Poetry and Plays (Brown University). Periodicals. RPB
Subjects: Arbor Day
Publisher: (Providence)
Contributing Library: Brown University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brown University

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Blossom of Tulip Tree 21 The flowers are borne on a leaf-like bract that grows out from the base of the leaves.In the middle of this bract a stem arises which bears a very irregular cluster of eight ormore blossoms. These are half an inch broad and yellow in color. There are several kinds of linden trees in this State. The two common ones are theAmerican and the European, and each has a slightly different blossoming period, so that thehoney flow is often prolonged where the different species grow near together. This tree is also known as the basswood and as whitewood. The timber from thetrunks is soft, white, and of a very fine grain, and is in much demanfl for many piu-poseswhere it is to be worked up into small articles. The leaves are large, often six or moreinches long, and it forms a very dense foliage and is much used for shade trees.
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Linden (Soft) Theres a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,Theres a titter of winds in that beechen tree, Theres a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. •William Cullen Bryant. 22 VIOLET She comes, the first, the fairest thing,That heaven upon the earth doth fling—- Ere winters star has set;She dwells behind her leafy screenAnd gives, as angels give, unseen. GREEN THINGS GROWING O, the green things growing, the green things growing,The faint, sweet smell of the green things growing!I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing. O, the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;In the wonderful light of the weird moonlightOr the dim, dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing. I love, I love them so—-my green things growing! And I think that they love me, without false showing; For by many a tender

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