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Show Mar lioaghs and Boil.. "Alia, alia, how the north -rind (frierm!" 6ald 11" tiljck ash till, "I'tn l.iui my leavrar And "WollMtay," lKhed the oltn troe old, "I suuid In a rain of my f.nhnp: fold!" And "Oh," cried the maple orertcd, "On the dark ground rustles my rohe of red f The birch tree shooit in a yellow sho wer, 1 And sUmtnered morn shoetly eve.ry hour. While the silver poplar whispered loud j As Its shlmtueriuK learns j iir.ed th j rtylnj crowL j A sound of mourning fiU..id all the land : Kor tlie trec crew tirer on cither hand. ! But the Ilule buns laughed on thstwipi so brown I That sprung from t.hn branches up and down, j As tucked iu safa and clad and worm. lt-ady to weather the w inter storm, They waited so patiently and still ! Tdi Uiu wj.l, cold wmd should hnTe worked iu j will, I And blown tho sad skies onco mora clear, ' A'jJ wal:en.sl from slumber the sweet New Year. If you look, my child, at the tree top high, Vou'll see tm clustered agamst the sky, Tlie little brrsvn Imds thnt rock and swinj, I'rcamiDg all isiuu-r t.f comlns spring! And if when a jril romos a?nl'.i, i You watch through the eil of her Ijalmy rals, I Ynu 'l see them pushiliit out leaves tilts wiuffa, Aii crowned witit the U-auty that patience brings! Cecil Thaxtrr iu tit Niclioktt. |