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FOREST MELODIES.
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love the fac old forest,


That for centuries hath stood,
And waved It's lofty branches
Grandy in the solitude;
Mid lis glories and its graces,
a stately grandeur dwells,
And natures hand there traces
All her bright and magic spells.
Its shades arc full of voices,
Ever ringing joyous out;
From lis trembling whispered breahings
To the storm's wid, hoisterous shout
And lis notes so deeply thrilling,
From the dark recesses start,
And swell through other. stillng
The quick beatlngs of the heart.
When the gorgeous robe of spring time
Hath arrayed them in lis green,
And the leaves are bright with dew drops
Giancing in tie mornings sheen;
Then lis fall enchanting cho US,
Wish rapture, we have heard.
For tie Songs are round and o'er us
OF each sladsome forest bird.
Or when the serc Of autumn
Hath fastened On the leaf,
And clad the summer glories
With the fading garb of grief
One learu! strain Of sorrow
Will the songsters sadly chime,
Ere they fit upon the morrow,
To some far and distant cline.
We nave heard the gentle zephyrs
Stealing through the waving boughs,
With melody enhancing


As the maden's whispered vows;
And the storm-wind as it rushes
IN lis wild and mad career,
The braveSt bosom bushes
To a solemn awe and fear.
Fen the frosty reign Of winter
Has a cheerful minstrelsy,
And the ice Of morning lalleth
From the tall and stately tree;
And the heart can feel no power
In the poets sweetest lay,
Like toe music Of he hover
In some summers sullry day.
Oh, love the brave old forest,
Thai for centuries hath stood,
And waved its lofty branches .
Grandly in the solitude!
My home is in its bosom,


Where no human foot hath trod;
My companion, the wild blossom,
And my trust is Natures God


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LINES.


A kindly word, cheerful smile.
They speak bosom free from guile,


They cheer the aching heart.
And such the Christians look and toni


