. Sunshine and roses . You remember tapping the trees for sapping And driving the hedge-alder spiles,While the sap-sucker kept up his tap, tap,tapping;The butter-nut troughs from their piles,You scattered for catching,The trees life-blood, snatching—While the kettles boil and sob and spoilWith their burden of maple sweets I Then gathering and fetching,—a perfect etching Is the vision of tree-runner sledgeAnd the frisking team with their taut musclesstretchingAs they prance through the dale, oer froze earth bare skimming—With fire their blood brimming—While the kettles boil and sob

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. Sunshine and roses . You remember tapping the trees for sapping And driving the hedge-alder spiles,While the sap-sucker kept up his tap, tap,tapping;The butter-nut troughs from their piles,You scattered for catching,The trees life-blood, snatching—While the kettles boil and sob and spoilWith their burden of maple sweets I Then gathering and fetching,—a perfect etching Is the vision of tree-runner sledgeAnd the frisking team with their taut musclesstretchingAs they prance through the dale, oer froze earth bare skimming—With fire their blood brimming—While the kettles boil and sob and spoilWith their burden of maple

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