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it will love the blue sky and the white clouds 

 passing by. I trust it will welcome all seasons 

 and ever join merrily in the music, the motion, 

 and the movement of the elemental dance with 

 the winds. I hope it will live with rapture in the 

 flower-opening days of spring and also enjoy the 

 quiet summer rain. I hope it will be a home for 

 the birds and hear their low, sweet mating-songs. 

 I trust that when comes the golden peace of 

 autumn days, it will be ready with fruited boughs 

 for the life to come. I never fail to hope that 

 if this tree is cut down, it may be used for a flag- 

 pole to keep our glorious banner in the blue 

 above, or that it may be built into a cottage where 

 love will abide; or if it must be burnt, that it will 

 blaze on the hearthstone in a home where chil- 

 dren play in the firelight on the floor. 



In many places the Rockies rise more than 

 three thousand feet above the heights where live 

 the highest struggling trees at timber-line, but 

 these steep alpine slopes are not bare. The rocks 

 are tinted with lichens. In places are miles of grassy 

 slopes and miniature meadows, covered with 

 coarse sedges and bright tender flowers. Among 



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