StNicholas [serial] . green world,just now seems to be, and so has seemed forages, the special singing-time of earth. And thatis why I have talked of poetry all through thismonths Books and Reading. It is what Ten-nyson called the boyhood of the year, and wasmeant to sing in. Open your books of verse and go out into thesunshine, which you know is real even thoughyou cant hold it in your hands, and sing of the sun-rays will stay in your hearts, ifnot in hands, all your life. pnn^ Canine i<i There are tall white blossom candlesOn the big horse-chestnut tree; In the yellow springtime
StNicholas [serial] . green world,just now seems to be, and so has seemed forages, the special singing-time of earth. And thatis why I have talked of poetry all through thismonths Books and Reading. It is what Ten-nyson called the boyhood of the year, and wasmeant to sing in. Open your books of verse and go out into thesunshine, which you know is real even thoughyou cant hold it in your hands, and sing of the sun-rays will stay in your hearts, ifnot in hands, all your life. pnn^ Canine i<i There are tall white blossom candlesOn the big horse-chestnut tree; In the yellow springtime sunshineThey are burning merrily. In the wind they bend and flicker,And in every draft they flare, But they still are burning gailyIn the sunny springtime air. In the moonlight, every taper Shines all white and dim and pale, Yet the burning springtide candlesIn the night-time do not fail. But with sun and wind and moonlightOf the summer, then, no doubt, On the green horse-chestnut branchesAll the candles will go ALL ABOARD 655 656 LEAVES FROM THE JOURNEY BOOK [May,
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