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Bare branches,

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More green,

Flash of blossom,
Show that Spring is here.

Clothed branches,
Darker green,

Summer’s drawing nigh;
Brilliant colors

Of the flowers,
Summertide is high.

Flaming branches,
Rich colors,

Autumn is at hand;
Falling leaves,

Sere and yellow,
Drop upon the land.

Gaunt branches,
Rare and cold,
Lifting arms to Heaven,
Off’ring prayers

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M. A. WILLIAMS.

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“We MoperRNs”
By Ellen Moore