StNicholas [serial] . Lord B.: Lady B.: I ve said beforeThat oaks have branches far too rough;Besides, they never sway enoughTo rock the babies. Lord B.: How about That spreading Elm? It s just withoutThe orchard wall; that dizzy heightNo Cat may climb; those branches lightNo Boy dare trust; besides, you see,My office in the Cherry-treeIs close at hand. Lady B.: You dont suppose Those thievish Jays or hungry Crows— Lord B.: I d like to see them go so farAs just to peep ! Lady B.: How brave you are ! Lord B.: Well, then it \s settled? Lady B.: Your judgment, dear. Yes, I trust The Sycamore?. Lo

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StNicholas [serial] . Lord B.: Lady B.: I ve said beforeThat oaks have branches far too rough;Besides, they never sway enoughTo rock the babies. Lord B.: How about That spreading Elm? It s just withoutThe orchard wall; that dizzy heightNo Cat may climb; those branches lightNo Boy dare trust; besides, you see,My office in the Cherry-treeIs close at hand. Lady B.: You dont suppose Those thievish Jays or hungry Crows— Lord B.: I d like to see them go so farAs just to peep ! Lady B.: How brave you are ! Lord B.: Well, then it \s settled? Lady B.: Your judgment, dear. Yes, I trust The Sycamore?. Lord B.: My love, we must Be sure to find the very best Of grass and moss to build our nest, With threads from Dobbins tail and mane To weave it close against the rain; With thread as soft as spiders spin, And wool to line it warm within; With raveled bits of silken clues, With tangled yarn of many hues; And, last, to make it doubly fair, Some strands of Ediths golden hair. 587

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