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Page 92 - For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion. 4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?
Page 84 - ... WE knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To sprinkle them over the land in showers. We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind — and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain ! AFTER THE RAIN.
Page i - 49 (578) xiv,17-112p 25c; (Montreal) 25c. With an Introduction Wedding ring. Brown, B. Weed, Clarence Moores Our trees, how to know them; phots, from nature by Arthur I. Emerson; with a guide to their recognition at any season of the year and notes on their characteristics, distribution and culture De luxe ed.
Page 155 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now...
Page 29 - My canoe to bind together, So to bind the ends together That the water may not enter, That the river may not wet me!
Page 272 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? O tell her, swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.
Page 80 - Quebec on the north and from the Rocky Mountains on the west to New Mexico, Pennsylvania, Maryland and Florida on the south.
Page 115 - ... a few days' sunshine will make them open in a vase of water, and thus they eagerly yield to every moment of April warmth. The blossom of the birch is more delicate, that of the willow more showy, but the alders come first. They cluster and dance everywhere upon the bare boughs above the watercourses ; the blackness of the buds is softened into rich brown and yellow ; and as this graceful creature thus comes waving into the spring, it is pleasant to remember that the Norse Eddas fabled the first...