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THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: THE FIR TREE FELT IT WITH A THRILL
Last Line: THE COUNTERSIGN OF DEATH.
Subject(s): SNOW;
The fir-tree felt it with a thrill
And murmur of content;
The last dead leaf its cable slipt
And from its moorings went;

The selfsame silent messenger
To one the shibboleth
Of life imparting, and to one
The countersign of death.



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