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AMERICAN FORESTRY 



VOL. XXIU DECEMBER 1917 NO. 288 



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YE HOLLYE GREENE 



DONALD A. FRASER 



Ye hoUye greene is Christis tree, 



Yt groweth cleane and springeth free, 



And all yts beauties reach their prime 

 To grace His blest Nativitie. 



Yts stately stem stands straight and still, 

 As stood His roode on Calvarye's hill, 



And, Lo! how slow yts growth, and sure, 

 Just like His Kingdome 'gainst ye ill. 



Ye thornes that pierced His brow in griefe 

 Are set around each gleaming leafe, 



And chalices of precious bloode 

 Are glowing in each berrye sheafe. 



When nature's moping cheerlessly, 

 Ye hollye shineth faire to see; 



Remember, Christians, be not sad, 

 Ye hollye greene is Christis tree. 



