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<h2><SPAN name="page96"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>GO PLANT A TREE</h2>
<p class="poetry">God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,<br/>
And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,<br/>
Lifting its emerald branches to the skies<br/>
In silent adoration; and to see<br/>
Its strength and glory waxing with each spring.<br/>
Yes, ’tis a goodly, and a gladsome thing<br/>
To plant a tree.</p>
<p class="poetry">Nature has many marvels; but a tree<br/>
Seems more than marvellous. It is divine.<br/>
So generous, so tender, so benign.<br/>
Not garrulous like the rivers; and yet free<br/>
In pleasant converse with the winds and birds;<br/>
Oh! privilege beyond explaining words,<br/>
To plant a tree.</p>
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97</span>Rocks are majestic; but, unlike a tree,<br/>
They stand aloof, and silent. In the roar<br/>
Of ocean billows breaking on the shore<br/>
There sounds the voice of turmoil. But a tree<br/>
Speaks ever of companionship and rest.<br/>
Yea, of all righteous acts, this, this is best,<br/>
To plant a tree.</p>
<p class="poetry">There is an oak (oh! how I love that tree)<br
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Which has been thriving for a hundred years;<br/>
Each day I send my blessing through the spheres<br/>
To one who gave this triple boon to me,<br/>
Of growing beauty, singing birds, and shade.<br/>
Wouldst thou win laurels that shall never fade?<br/>
Go plant a tree.</p>
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