THE CANOE-BIRCH.
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Like polished marble their tall shafts gleam Beside some beautiful inland stream, And their heart-shaped leaves in autumn’s prime Wear the golden tints of a fairer clime. As I touch the bark, white as driven snow, I dream of the seasons long ago, When the Red Man paddled his light canoe Where the canopied birches pierced the blue! —George Bancroft Griffith.
