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of admiration upon, intended to be read by tlieir sweethearts — 

 " Thy words on cherry bark I'll take, 

 And that red skin my table-book will make." 

 At present, in England, in the woods where the wild Cherry 

 Tree grows, it adds to tho beauty of the vernal woods by its 

 clusters of white flowers, which arc very beautiful, appearing as 

 they do with the migratory birds — a poet says : 



" Better far 

 Than boughs with fruitage crown'd, the dazzling wreaths, 

 Which deck yon wilding Cherry, white as snow, 

 Save where a faint soft blush, all but invisible. 

 Steals o'er the whiteness." 



