LITTLE EVERGREENS, GROW! 



Young- Spruce. 



Hey ! little evergreens, 



Sturdy and strong! 

 Summer and autumn time, 



Hasten along. 

 Harvest the sunbeams, then, 



Bind them in sheaves, 

 Range them and change them 



To tufts of green leaves. 

 Delve in the mellow mold, 



Far, far below, 

 And so, 



Little evergreens, grow ! 

 Grow, grow ! 



Grow, little evergreens, grow ! 



Up, up so airily 



To the blue sky, 

 Lift up your leafy tips 



Stately and high ; 

 Clasp tight your tiny cones, 



Tawny and brown; 

 By and by, buffeting 



Rains will pelt down, 

 By and by, bitterly 



Chill winds will blow. 

 And so, 



Little evergreens, grow ! 

 Grow, grow ! 



Grow, little evergreens, grow 



Gather all uttermost 



Beauty, because 

 Hark, till I tell it now 



How Santa Claus, 

 Out of the northern land, 



Over the seas, 

 Soon shall come seeking you, 



Evergreen trees ! 

 Seek you with reindeer, soon, 



Over the snow. 

 And so, 



Little evergreen, grow 

 Grow, grow ! 



Grow, little evergreens, grow 



What if the maple flare 



Flaunting and red, 

 You will bear waxen-white 



Tapers instead. 

 What if now, otherwhere 



Birds are beguiled, 

 You shall yet nestle 



The little Christ-child ! 

 Ah, the strange splendor 



The fir trees shall know. 

 And so, 



Little evergreens, grow ! 

 Grow, grow ! 



Grow, little evergreens, grow ! 



St. Nicholas. 



Pine tree in winter -robe. 



