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APRIL 



FERN SONG 



Dance to the beat of the rain, little Fern, 

 And spread out your palms again, 



And say, " Though the Sun 



Hath my vesture spun, 



He had labored, alas ! in vain, 



But for the shade 



That the cloud hath made, 



And the gift of the Dew and Rain.'' 



Then laugh and upturn 

 All your fronds, little Fern, 



And rejoice in the beat of the rain. 



JOHN B. TABB. 



