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Show A SNOW FANCY. The yellow-girted tiling of June Whose hum l like a dull binnoon, Heet horaex th y have on nwaylnff beds When are unpacked the clover hail Those burnMiK (il)ls of (lurple lire, T ie fuzzy coats up ,n oarcti sjilre Of tilo.isonn pereh, to search the rim Lent It with honey overbrim. Hut unlike these the wild, whit tiees That swarm upon tue leatloss trees ; Kor our dull ears they have uo song, They do not to the earth belong. No Rtlniiijf uf tie soft white win Wan ever heard or fluttering. Although thodarkHiieJ air they crowd, Their happy hive is In the cloud. And they for the nky -children there In unseen pant urea of the air Distil the dew. O u ippy ' That ii warm ainoiln tae inter Irons. Aunt iiioimm Kiny. |