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74 THE TREE OF LAUGHING BELLS, OR THE WINGS OF THE MORNING

[A Poem for Aviators]


 * How the Wings Were Made

ROM many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many pansy buds Gathered in the shade, From lily of the valley And dandelion buds, From fiery poppy-bids Are the Wings of the Morning made.


 * The Indian Girl Who Made Them

These, the Wings of the Morning, An Indian Maiden wove. Intertwining subtilely Wands from a willow grove Beside the Sangamon&mdash;