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THE PINES 



(An old legend) 



BY LEW. R. SARETT 



Vv hen the rolling waters covered the earth, 



The mountains learned to love the waters. 



Vv hen the whispering ocean rolled away, 

 The hills grew lonely for its music. 



They prayed to the Spirit to send, the sea hack 



To sing again to the mountains. 

 Then the Father planted the murmuring pines 



At the root or the hills, in the quiet valleys. 

 To sing or the sea in the winds of twilight; 

 To ripple and sigh in the hreezes or evening. 



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