Trailing Arbutus 



"Once more I hear the softly whispering forest, 

 Ami see the sifted May-day sunlight glide 



Over the spongy moss and slender needles 

 That shield the crannies where thy blossoms hide.' 



By courtesy 0/ Youth's Compani< it 



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10MCAPE Garden £^ 

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