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THE PINES 



(An old legend) 

 BY LEW. R. SARETT 



When tne rolling waters covered tne eartn, 



Tne mountains learned to love the waters. 

 Wnen the whispering ocean rolled away, 



Tne nills grew lonely ror its music. 

 1 ney prayed to the Spirit to send the sea back 



To sing again to tne mountains. 

 1 hen the Father planted the murmuring pines 



At the root or the hills, in the quiet valleys. 

 To sing or the sea in the w^inds or twilight; 

 1 o ripple and sigh m the breezes or evening. 



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