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madcap singer and his mate of mid-July that I shall remember 

 them. And when I think of that quickening song there comes 

 ■with the memorj' a sense of tlie presence of those mountain-top 

 woods, the tannj' odor of their decaying leaves, the beauty of 

 their pale-yellow false foxgloves standing stiffly up from their 

 brown floor, the infinity of their rank on rank of low rock oaks. 

 And forever now I may not see one of these three without recall- 

 ing the others, and the half light of those woods to which they 

 gave such charm — rock oaks, false foxgloves, and the Vireo's 

 song. 



