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Show "The Brave Old Oak." Whether Its branches show green against a dark-blue sky gold where the sunlight touches them whether Its leaves show magenta in tho light of the setting sun, or black and silvor In the moonlight, there 1b no tree of them all to compare with the oak. All a summer's day you may llo stretched beneath it, so strong and so friendly, not to you only, but to all the little lives that swarm about Its roots. All kinds of busy creatures, ants, spiders, daOdy-long-legs, beloved of your childhood, go scurrying over you on this errand and that, as unafraid, un-afraid, almost, as If you were dead. A feeling of kinship comes to you: a knowledge that all this life about you in oak and grass and Insect, and tho good dog lying at your feot, is but a little part of the ngeless flux and reflux: soothingly as a cool hand on an aching head, there comes to vou the realization that coon, fears, hates, and loveB forgotten, your ,tired body shall rest under the trees all the days and all the nights. Atlantic. |