364 VOICES FROM THE WOODLANDS. 



the yew, nor pine, nor box, is thus beautified. Burns spoke 

 of us with enthusiasm. He sang, that when guiding his 

 plough, the genius of Scotland appeared to him, holding 

 a branch of holly in her hand.- 



" And wear thou this, she solemn said, 

 And placed the holly on my head ; 

 Its polished boughs and berries red 



Did rustling play, 

 And like a passing thought she fled 



In light away." 



THE END. 



