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TREE STUDY 





" Peace of the forest, rich, profound, 

 Gather me closely, fold me round; 

 Grant that the trivial care and strife, 

 The petty motive, the jarring sound, 

 Melt and merge in your lovelier life. 

 The myriad whispers of grass and pine, 

 The stir of wings in the quest divine, 

 I claim their music and make it mine. 11 



ELIZABETH R. MACDONALD 



