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PLANTING THE TREE.
DECEMBER 3, 1842.

'TWAS one of those soft, sunny days
This winter oft hath known,
When Autumn lingers in the sky,
Though long her tints have flown;
That we on yonder verdant hill,
With giant timber crowned,
Stood, where at last a noble tree
Lay prostrate on the ground.

For one, who oft in childhood's years
Beneath its shadow played,
The aged woodman, grey and worn,
A simple boon had prayed,—
That ere he died, his hand might plant
Another sapling there,
And that his master's little ones
With him the task might share.

Sooth, 'twas a lovely sight to see
Those two fair children stand,
And hold, with conscious pride, the tree,
Each in its little hand;