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The Canadian Horticulturist. 



THE MERRY MAPLE. 



AIL to the merry maple, 



And the hills where the maple grows ! 

 The hills that hold no tyrants, 



And the hills that fear no foes ! 

 Where the green grain grows, and the su« foretells 



The harvest soon to be ; 

 O, I would not give that maple land, 



For all the lands I see ! 



Hail to the merry maple, 



And the feast and the fireside chair ! 

 Where hearts were warm as embers, 



And the stranger welcomed there ! 

 Where the white-winged waft of the feathery snow 



Made all seem bright within ; 

 O, I would not give that maple fire, 



For all cold wealth could win ! 



Hail to the merry maple, 



And the flag where the maple flies ! 

 And still unstained and glorious. 



May it bless Canadian eyes ! 

 And the march men make, with that flag above, 



Be such as heroes show ; 

 O, I would not give that maple flag, 



For all the flags I know ! 



-From Poems by W. Wye Smith, St Catharines, Ont. 



