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And a greener shade there never was made Than its summer canopy sifted, And many a day, as beneath it I lay, Has my memory backward drifted To a pleasant lane I may walk not again, Leading over a fresh, green hill, Where a maple stood just clear of the wood   And oh! to be near it still! AND A GENER SHADE THERE NEVER WAS MADE THAN ITS SUMMER CANOPY SIFTED AND MANY A DAY AS BENEATH IT I LAY MY MEMORY BACKWARD DRIFTED TO A PLEASANT LANE I MAY WALK NOT AGAIN LEADING OVER FRESH GREEN HILL OR MAPLE STOOD JUST CLEAR OF THE WOOD AND OH TO BE NEAR IT STILL
and would dispose of them for a third of the value. The first gentleman, who pretended to be my friend, whispered me to buy them, and cautioned me not to let so good an offer pass. I sent for Mr. Flamborough, and they talked him up as finely as they did me, and so at last we were persuaded to buy the two gross between us." Goldsmith: "The Vicar of Wakefield." THE MAPLE Oh, tenderly deepen the woodland glooms, And merrily sway the beeches; Breathe delicately the willow blooms, And the pines rehearse new speeches; The elms toss high till they reach the sky, Pale catkins the yellow birch launches, But the tree I love all the greenwood above Is the maple of sunny branches. Let who will sing of the hawthorn in spring, Or the late-leaved linden in summer; There's a word may be for the locust tree, That delicate, strange new-comer; But the maple it glows with the tint of the rose When pale are the spring-time regions, And its towers of flame from afar proclaim The advance of Winter's legions.  CHAPTER FORTY OF THE ONTARIO READERS FOURTH BOOK THIS IS A LIBER VOX RECORDING ALL LIBER VOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR WAR INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBER VOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY ABBEY THE ONTERIO READERS FOURTH BOOK BY VARIOUS CHAPTER FORTY THE MAPLE OH TENDERLY DEEPEN THE WOODLAND GLOOMS AND MERRILY SWAY THE BEECHES BREATHE DELICATELY THE WILLOW BLOOMS AND THE PINES REHEARSE NEW SPEECHES THE ELMS TOSS HIGH TILL THEY REACH THE SKY PALE CATKINS THE YELLOW BIRCH LAUNCHES BUT THE TREE I LOVE ALL THE GREENWOOD ABOVE IS THE MAPLE OF SUNNY BRANCHES LET WHO WILL SING OF THE HAWTHORN IN SPRING OR THE LATE LEAVED LINDEN IN SUMMER THERE'S A WORD MAY BE FOR THE LOCUST TREE THAT DELICATE STRANGE NEWCOMER BUT THE MAPLET GLOWS WITH THE TINT OF ROSE WHEN PALE ARE THE SPRINGTIME REGIONS AND ITS TOWERS OF FLAME FROM AFAR PROCLAIM THE ADVANCE OF WINTER'S LEGIONS
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