THE NINE-LIVED CORN.

THE NINE-LIVED CORN.
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The corn was killed in early May-
The flood had wasted it quite away.

And later on it died again,.
And rotted ‘neath the constant rain.

Once more we tolled its final knell;
The seed had not been tested well.

Yet later it began to sprout,
Then died. The weeds had run it out.

And later yet, still thin and pale,
It perished in a storm of hall.

Then came a fierce and burning heat.
It died that week of “füred” feet.

And then the awful sinut arrived
And not a single stalk survived.

And soon we watched it, in dismay,
Dry up and shrivel quite away.

Then came the last and saddest death:
It wilted neath the frost king’s breath.

Nihe times it dled; and yet that fall
We built new cribs to hold it all.

Now tell me, Is there any cat
With lives enough to equal thatt
-George Fitch.