Oh happy trees that we plant today,
What great good fortunes wait you!
For you will grow in sun and snow
Till fruit and flowers freight you.

Your winter covering of snow
Will dazzle with its splendor;
Your summer’s garb with richest flow,
Will feast of beauty render.

In your cool shade will tired feet
Pause, weary, when ’tis summer;
And rest like this will be most sweet
To every tired comer.