From the New England Galaxy. THEE TREE ToAD's SONG.
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Merrily, merrily, curtained in green, When peeps the last sunlight the branches

 between, Ofsthe tall waving ash-tree, at midsummer Sa cen, Chaunt we our vespers, the meadows among:

 Chirp away! Chirp away! For the night-nurtured shadows grow murky

 and long. Q blithely and gaily 'tis ours to awake, When Zephyr mods kindliest over the lake, And sweetest the air of the fenny brake, And tiny wings around us hover;

 Chirp away Chirp away! Speckled sisters, the summer day IS over. We'll sing to their slumber the birds and

 flowers; But some of the fairest are nights and ours, Which the elfins cull for their blossomed

 bowers, When sparkles tho dew, and the moon is high,

 Chirp away! Chirp away! And none but we sisters are loitering nigh. Chirp away through the hush of the live long

 nights No Haunting intruder our revels to blight, Mid fragrance, and stiffness, and starry light, We dwell in the lap of the greenwood tree:

 Chirp away. Chirp away. Loud let the twilights welcome be! 