TREES AT LEISURE 



the forest in February that 

 brings to the heart the first 

 subtle prescience of spring, even 

 before the chickadee feels it 

 and makes the still woods echo 

 with his sweet prophesying 

 "phoabe" song. 



Happy is he who keeps his 

 picture gallery always with him ; 

 his life is full of joy! To each 

 of us is given a sky which many 

 times a day is painted anew for 

 our delectation; and it is never 

 more perfect than when in win- 

 ter it is a background against 

 which the trees are etched. 

 Whether the horizon be crimson 

 with the sunrise, or gold with 

 the sunset; whether it displays 

 the blue of the turquoise up- 

 lifted into the color of the rose 

 on snowy mornings, or glows 

 with the amethystine splendor 



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