FEBRUARY DAYS 



customed places, and brown leaves voy- 

 age to where their like was never grown. 

 The icy knolls shine in the sunlight with 

 dazzling splendor, like golden islands in 

 a white sea that the north wind stirs 

 not, and athwart it the low sun and the 

 waning moon cast their long unrippled 

 glades of gold and silver. Over all win- 

 ter again holds sway, but we have once 

 more heard the sound of rain and run- 

 ning brooks and have been given a prom- 

 ise of spring. 



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