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206 HOLIDAYS.

fall to spring the russet acorn,

Fruit beloved of maid and boy,

Lent itself beneath the forest,

To be the children's toy.

Pluck it now! In vain,—thou canst not;

Its root has pierced yon shady mound;

Toy no longer—it has duties;

It is anchored in the ground.

Year by year the rose-lipped maiden,

Playfellow of young and old,

Was frolic sunshine, dear to all men,

More dear to one than mines of gold.