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Show PINE TREES Oh, the dark pines, and the dim pines, in the misty winter weather "Wreath'd with filmy lace of cobwebs, hung with raindrops tinkling low, Oh, the green pines, and the gray pines, where the shadows crowd together, Pines in splendor on the hillside, heedless tho' the storm winds blow. Oh, the frost chains, oh, the snow stars, in the tossing branches gleaming. Oh, the wonder of the pine trees when the world lies sheeted white, Like a row of lovely ladies in the realm of fairy dreaming, How the pine trees sweep their curtseys holding skirts aglow with light. Oh, the green pines, oh, the gray pines, when tho other trees are sighing, And the bare boughs sway and shudder in the . wild wind as with fear. Oh, the green pines, oh, the gray pines, when the winter's slowly dying, And the spring comes in and hails them, bravest brav-est children of the year. , Pall Mall Gazette. |