Trees by Abbie Farwell Brown — Read

However little I may be, / At least I too can plant a tree.

And some day it will grow so high / That it can whisper to the sky,

And spread its leafy branches wide / To make a shade on every side.

Then on a sultry summer day, / The people resting there will say, --

"Oh, good and wise and great was he / Who thought to plant this blessed tree! "