The Columbine 



Jay R. Traver 

 Wi1loughby, r O. 

 "Columbine is dancing, 



Lithesome, blithesome maid, 

 Where the sun is glancing 

 Thru the woods' new shade. 

 On her rocky ledges, 

 Tilting on their edges, 

 In a pose entrancing 

 Gayly unafraid." 



Spring comes, April, May and June, bringing a riot of beauties 

 and exposing miracles ever new, of unfolding leaf and flower. 

 "Then it is that the columbine begins its reign of fire among the 

 granite rocks of old hillside pastures," and high up on the inaccessi- 

 ble gray cliffs of gorges and ravines. It is well for this fairy flower 

 that it is enabled to find a foothold where man cannot climb, for 

 such an entrancing bit of flame, dancing with every passing breeze, 

 would fall an easy prey to many, who with thoughtless hand might 



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