Call of the Great North Woods on Birch Bark

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It ice Call of the Great North Woods. There's a lonely northland valley and a restless, rushing stream Where the cow moose and the yearling drink at an not dawn. There's a stretch of broken water where the leaping salmon gleam firin rapi And at dusk the doe comes stealing with her fawn. There's a living, haunting memory of the sweet wind in the pines. There's a yearning for the swish of split bamboo; And a never ending longing 'round my hungry heart entwines For the wash of water 'gainst a bark canoe. There's an Indian impatient, and he wonders why I stay. For the square tall's rising eager for the fly: While the ouananiche is waiting where the teal and mallard play And the days of our delight are slipping by. of th flag of th of flag emt fast In that Star Feb sent claim Fire sum says flag pad th- Oh, I know the geese have nested, all the laggard leaves are out York ng ink en- ng And the partridge cock is drumming in the spruce. I can smell the fragrant odor of the balsam all about, For the spirit of the summer woods is loose. There's a green, enchanted valley In the blue hills leagues away. There's & never ceasing call that lures me forth: And I walt with leaping pulses for the coming of the day When I go to seek the magic of the north. GEORGE T. MARSH. haal wort Wor W↑ SQ az Botto

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