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AMERICAN FORESTRY 



Spring In Maryland 



The valleys call to the mountain tops and the 



mountains to the plain, 

 The east wind whispers to the Bay and Kent 



hears the refrain. 

 The whip-poor-zvill lends a mystic thrill to the 



chanting of the marsh, 

 And the lonely loon stills the insects' croon zvith 



a summons loud and harsh. 



The tang of the Severn calls to the rose and the 



Bluebird hears the cry; 

 In Talbot's lanes the cardinal sings, and is an- 



sivered from the sky. 

 A magic dew wakes the lilac, too; the daffodil 



answers the thrush; 

 The burnished moon sets the swamps in tune, till 



the willows bid them hush. 



And the shattered dreams of the winter are 



soothed in the cedar's balm; 

 The blue sky beams on a fairy land, and reflects 



the Chesapeake's calm. 

 The sky and flowers of Nature's bowers, the hills 



and the eastern strand, 

 The birds, the sun, and Man as one, greet the 



spring in Maryland. 



By John Ferguson. 



