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Show The P.H Rail. Dame Nature now plays hostess, InvltliiR ono and nil, AYid so wo put our skates on And hto us to the ball. Her music Is tho laughter That'H borne upon the breeze, Whllo for tho bass, the North Wind Goes boomliiK through tho trcoa. Her flsuros are the old ones Beloved by u b ot yoro: .The eights nt.d double twisters Upon her crystal floor. Her favors lire tho red cheeks, The sparkling eysa withal, While often to the maidens Borne fellow's hekrt will fall. MoLandburgh Wilson, |