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Only a trout or two, to dart 



From foaming pools and try my art: 



No more I'm wishing old-fashioned fishing, 

 And just a day on Nature's heart. 



APRIL* 



BY LLOYD MIFFLIN 



AMONG the maple-buds we heard the tones 

 Of April's earliest bees, although the days 

 Seemed ruled by Mars. The veil of gathering haze 



Spread round the silent hills in bluest zones. 



Deep in the pines the breezes stirred the cones, 

 As on we strolled within the wooded ways, 

 There where the brook, transilient, softly plays 



With muffled plectrum on her harp of stones; 



Onward we pushed amid the yielding green 

 And light rebounding of the cedar boughs, 



Until we heard the forest lanes along, 

 Above the lingering drift of latest snows 



The thrush outpour, from coverts still unseen, 

 His rare ebulliency of liquid song! 



MRS. JUNE'S PROSPECTUS 



BY SUSAN COOLIDGE 



MRS. JUNE is ready for school, 

 Presents her kind regard, 



* By permission of the author. 



