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ut ere the rude winter could buffet him with snow, There grew upon his hoary head a crop of Mistletoe. All wrinkled and furrowed was this old Willow's skin, His taper fingers trembled, and his arms were very thin; Two round eyes and hollow, that stared but did not see, And sprawling feet that never walked, had this most ancient tree. A Dame who dwelt near was the only one who knew That every year upon his head the Christmas berries grew; And when the Dame cut them, she said--it was her whim-- "A merry Christmas to you, Sir!" _and left a bit for him_. "Oh, Granny dear, tell us," the children cried, "where we May find the shining Mistletoe that grows upon the tree?" At length the Dame told them, but cautioned them to mind To greet the Willow civilly, _and leave a bit behind_. "Who cares," said the children, "for this old Willow-man? We'll take the Mistletoe, and he may catch us if he can." With rage the ancient Willow shakes in every limb, For they have taken all, and _have not left a bit for him_! Then bright gleamed the holly, the Christmas berries shone, But in the wintry wind without the Willow-man did moan: "Ungrateful, and wasteful! the mystic Mistletoe A hundred years hath grown on me, but never more shall grow." A year soon passed by, and the children came once more, But not a sprig of Mistletoe the aged Willow bore. Each slender spray pointed; he mocked them in his glee, And chuckled in his wooden heart, that ancient Willow-tree. MORAL. Oh, children, who gather the spoils of wood and wold, From selfish greed and wilful waste your little hands withhold. Though fair things be common, this moral bear in mind, "Pick thankfully and modestly, and leave a bit behind." [Illustration] OUR GARDEN. The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad, Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are glad; For the spring has come, and it's warm, and we're allowed to garden in the afternoon; And summer is coming, and oh, how lovely our flowers will be in June! We are so fond of flowers, it makes us quite happy to think Of our beds--all colours--blue, white, yellow, purple, and pink, Scarlet, lilac, and crimson! And we're fond of sweet scents as well, And mean to have pinks, roses, sweet peas, mignonette, clove
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