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THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 
DUNE LAND REMEMBERED 
That we have shared the ecstasy 
Of well-remembered hours, 
When Spring was on the shad-bush, 
Or June among the flowers; 
That we have felt together 
The great sand hummocks shake 
And seen the thunder-cloud’s black form 
Reflected in the lake; 
That we have heard the selfsame cry 
Of plovers on the shore, 
Above the scream of gulls, above 
The lake’s deep-sounding roar; 
In seasons of remembering 
Will bring you to my mind 
And I to yours, though time and change 
Leave old delights behind. 
Epwarb R. Forp. 
BIRD EDITORIAL 
For him each day a jubilee 
The Chickadee 
Pert as can be 
Swings on a swaying weed, 
Tilting to reach the seed, 
Then calls a greeting loud to me. 
The other song birds flee, 
But Chickadee 
Will stay to see 
Meadows adrift with snow, 
Food hard to find, altho 
Each day will still be jubilee. 
ELAINE. 
