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Show THE GNOME WHO LIVES IN A THEE. By Eerelt Carroll Maxwell A gnomo lives in the roots of a troc close by my cabin door, And ho tells mo. secrets. of wondrous worth As I pillow my head on the soft green earth And watch the clouds sail by, sail by, And watch the clouds sail by. He has told mo why tho sky is blue, and why tho hills are brown, And who gave tho laurel its silvor sheen, And made the loaves of the trees turn green, And why tho brook flows on, flows on, And why the brook flows on. He can tell what the cricket is scolding about, and why the lizard is shy, And he knows tho fairy who comes at night, Arid dyes the autumn leaves so bright, And why the day brings joy, brings joy, And why the day brings joy. The. gnome and I are tho closest kin for the God of nature has made us so, For wo both love the canyon dim and old, In summer's heat or in winter's cold, And. ours is tho heart of tho hills, of the hills, . And ours is tho heart of tho hills. |