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Show IN THE HOLLOW. (Margaret E. Sangster. in Harper's.) Down in the hollow( where lately lay the snow. Sleeping till the bitter winds havo all forgot to blow. Waking with the d;iy dawn, when the bud is on the thorn,' Laughing softly to herself for joy that she is born. There I found arbutus, pink and sweet and shv, And with it found the child I was In happy years goim by. For the hand that holds arbutus is a child's hand to the end. And whoever knows the darling flower knows and loves a friend. |