THE LAST LITTLE LEAF.
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The last little leaf has fluttered down, The trees are standing all bare and brown; But the winter long, if you could see, There are wee little elves in each brown tree Spinning the dress, so green and fair, That will one day wave in the soft spring air. Good-by, little leaf; you did your best; So curl away, it is time to rest. M. E. S.