. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . DECEMBER In the birches, on the grassesStiffly rising through the snow the slope of yonder sand-bankWhere the snow has slipped and a flock of trustful words of gentle and find the suns rays and find their food , sing of weary journeysFrom a Northland cold and distant. The Red-Poll Linnet. — FRANK BOLLES. I hear no more the robins summer song Through the gray network of the wintry woods : Only the cawing crows that all day longClamor about the windy solitudes. Dec

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. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . DECEMBER In the birches, on the grassesStiffly rising through the snow the slope of yonder sand-bankWhere the snow has slipped and a flock of trustful words of gentle and find the suns rays and find their food , sing of weary journeysFrom a Northland cold and distant. The Red-Poll Linnet. — FRANK BOLLES. I hear no more the robins summer song Through the gray network of the wintry woods : Only the cawing crows that all day longClamor about the windy solitudes. December. —Christopher P. Cranch. 274 WITH BIRDS AND POETS 275 WINTER COMRADES Plume and go, ye summer folk;Fly from Winters killing stroke,Bluebird, sparrow, thrush, and swallow,Wild geese from the marshes follow,Wood-dove from the lonesome , and follow South — all follow ! Now I greet ye, hardy owl, and night-black crowStartling with your wild halloo ;Blue-jay screaming like the the tree-tops gaunt and thinned

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