THE SONG OF THE PINES.

THE SONG OF THE PINES.
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The pines were asleep in the mid-day heat,
That quivered down the lea,
But they waked with the roar of a wave- swept shore
When the wind came in from the sea.

They sang of ships and the bo’s’n piped,
The hourse watch roared a tune
The taut sheets whined in the twanging wind,
You heard the breakers croon-
For their brothers, masts on a thousand keels,
Had sent a greeting free
And the answering song swelled clear and strong
When the wind came in from the sea.
-Winthrop Packard.