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AMERICAN FORESTRY 



Spring In Maryland 



The valleys call to the mountain tops and the 



mountains to the plain, 

 The east zvind zvhispers to the Bay and Kent 



hears the refrain. 

 The zvhip-poor-will lends a mystic thrill to the 



chanting of the marsh, 

 And the lonely loon stills the insects' croon with 



a summons loud and harsh. 



The tang of the Severn calls to the rose and the 

 Bluebird hears the cry; 



In Talbot's lanes the cardinal sings, and is an- 

 swered from the sky. 



A magic deiv xvakes the lilac, too; the daffodil 

 anszvers the thrush; 



The burnished moon sets the stvamps in tune, till 

 the zvillows bid them hush. 



And the shattered dreams of the zvinler arc 



soothed in the cedar's balm; 

 The blue sky beams on a fairy land, and reflects 



the Chesapeake's calm. 

 The sky and flowers of Nature's bowers, the hills 



and the eastern strand. 

 The birds, the sun, and Man as one, greet the 



spring in Maryland. 



— By John Ferguson. 



