THE RED-POLL LINNET 
OLLOWING the law of ages, 
Law whose reason time half 
buries, — 
Southward have the sparrows fluttered, 
Southward have the finches hastened. 
Southward have the juncos journeyed, 
Southward, far beyond Monadnock. 
They have seen the snow descending, 
They have heard the ice king toiling, 
They have listened to their elders 
Saying — Flee before the winter." 
Ah, how silent are the forests ! 
Ah, how desolate Chocorua ! 
Listening ear can hear no music, 
Yearning eye can see no color. 
Hush — what sound was that from heaven 
Sweet as chorus hymeneal ? 
