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LITTLE BIRCH TREE by RACHEL LEWIS DITHRIDGE

First Line: LIKE A CHILD AT EARLY MORN
Last Line: GLEAMING THROUGH THE AUTUMN NIGHT!
Subject(s): TREES;

Like a child at early morn
Standing, slender, unadorned,
Sleepy smiles upon thy face,
Waiting for the coming grace
Of thy summer robe of green, --
So, in earliest spring, thou'rt seen.

As the spring days wax and wane,
Flashing sunshine, glancing rain,
Like a maid in modest gown,
Shimmering freshness flowing down,
Poised, expectant, unabashed
As the noontide glory passed!

When the summer days have fled,
When the leaves have fallen, dead,
Dainty, delicate and fair, --
Though disrobed, thou standest there,
Lifted face of calm delight
Gleaming through the autumn night!



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