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Filled the frore air with unaccustomed light. 
Such flowers as in the wintry memory bloom 
Of one friend left, adorned that frozen tomb. 
ASPEN. 
( Lamentation .) 
“And full of emotion, its fault doth deplore, 
Sigh, shiver, and quiver, and droop evermore.” 
Eleanor Darby. 
'T'HE 1 rembling Poplar is now generally known as 
-L the Aspen. It is chiefly remarkable for the 
ceaseless tremulous motion of its leaves—a natural 
phenomenon, to account for which many very diverse 
explanations have been proffered. Miss Darby, in her 
“Lays of Love and Heroism,” has thus versified a 
German legend upon the subject ; 
“ The Lord of Life walked in the forest one morn, 
When the song-wearied nightingale slept on the thorn ; 
Not a breath the deep hush of the dawning hour broke, 
Yet every tree, even the firm knotted oak, 
The tall warrior pine, and the cedar so regal, 
The home of the stork and the haunt of the eagle, 
All the patriarchal kings of the forest adored, 
And bowed their proud heads at the sight of the Lord. 
“ One tree, and one only, continued erect, 
Too vain to show even the Saviour respect! 
The light giddy aspen its leafy front raised, 
And on the Redeemer unbendingly gazed. 
