When Trees Are Green.

Would you be glad of heart and good?          Would you forget life's toil and care?         Come, lose yourself in this old wood          When May's soft touch is everywhere.         The hawthorn trees are white as snow,          The basswood flaunts its feathery sprays,         The willows kiss the stream below          And listen to its flatteries:         "O willows supple, yellow, green,          Long have I flowed o'er stock and stone,         I say with truth I have not seen          A rarer beauty than your own!"         The rough-bark hickory, elm, and beech          With quick'ning thrill and growth are rife;         Oak, maple, through the heart of each          There runs a glorious tide of life.         Fresh leaves, young buds on every hand,          On trunk and limb a hint of red,         The gleam of poplars tall that stand          With God's own sunshine on their head.         The mandrake's silken parasol          Is fluttering in the breezes bold,         And yonder where the waters brawl          The buttercups show green and gold.         The slender grape-vine sways and weaves,          From sun-kissed sward and nook of gloom         There comes the smell of earth and leaves,          The breath of wild-flowers all abloom.         Spring's gleam is on the robin's breast,          Spring's joy is in the robin's song:         "My mate is in yon sheltered nest;          Ho! love is sweet and summer long!"         While full and jubilant and clear,          All the long day, from dawn till dark,         The trill of bobolink we hear,          Of hermit thrush and meadowlark.         Sit here among the grass and fern          Unmindful of the cares of life,         The lessons we have had to learn,          The hurts we've gotten in the strife.         There's youth in every breath we take,          Forgetfulness of loss and tears,         Within the heart there seems to wake          The gladness of the long past years.         Peace keeps us company to-day          In this old fragrant, shadowy wood;         We lift our eyes to heaven and say:          The world is fair and God is good.