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A tale that the poet R ckert told	A
To German children in days of old	A
Disguised in a random rollicking rhyme	B
Like a merry mummer of ancient time	B
And sent in its English dress to please	C
The little folk of the Christmas trees	C
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A little fir grew in the midst of the wood	D
Contented and happy as young trees should	D
His body was straight and his boughs were clean	E
And summer and winter the bountiful sheen	E
Of his needles bedecked him from top to root	F
In a beautiful all the year evergreen suit	F
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But a trouble came into his heart one day	G
When he saw that the other trees were gay	G
In the wonderful raiment that summer weaves	H
Of manifold shapes and kinds of leaves	H
He looked at his needles so stiff and small	I
And thought that his dress was the poorest of all	I
Then jealousy clouded the little tree's mind	J
And he said to himself It was not very kind	J
To give such an ugly old dress to a tree	K
If the fays of the forest would only ask me	K
I'd tell them how I should like to be dressed	L
In a garment of gold to bedazzle the rest	L
So he fell asleep but his dreams were bad	M
When he woke in the morning his heart was glad	M
For every leaf that his boughs could hold	A
Was made of the brightest beaten gold	A
I tell you children the tree was proud	N
He was something above the common crowd	N
And he tinkled his leaves as if he would say	G
To a pedlar who happened to pass that way	G
Just look at me don't you think I am fine	O
And wouldn't you like such a dress as mine	O
Oh yes said the man and I really guess	P
I must fill my pack with your beautiful dress	P
So he picked the golden leaves with care	Q
And left the little tree shivering there	Q
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Oh why did I wish for golden leaves	H
The fir tree said I forgot that thieves	H
Would be sure to rob me in passing by	R
If the fairies would give me another try	R
I'd wish for something that cost much less	P
And be satisfied with glass for my dress	P
Then he fell asleep and just as before	S
The fairies granted his wish once more	S
When the night was gone and the sun rose clear	T
The tree was a crystal chandelier	T
And it seemed as he stood in the morning light	U
That his branches were covered with jewels bright	U
Aha said the tree This is something great	V
And he held himself up very proud and straight	V
But a rude young wind through the forest dashed	W
In a reckless temper and quickly smashed	W
The delicate leaves With a clashing sound	X
They broke into pieces and fell on the ground	X
Like a silvery shimmering shower of hail	Y
And the tree stood naked and bare to the gale	Y
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Then his heart was sad and he cried Alas	Z
For my beautiful leaves of shining glass	Z
Perhaps I have made another mistake	A2
In choosing a dress so easy to break	A2
If the fairies only would hear me again	B2
I'd ask them for something both pretty and plain	C2
It wouldn't cost much to grant my request	L
In leaves of green lettuce I'd like to be dressed	L
By this time the fairies were laughing I know	D2
But they gave him his wish in a second and so	D2
With leaves of green lettuce all tender and sweet	E2
The tree was arrayed from his head to his feet	E2
I knew it he cried I was sure I could find	J
The sort of a suit that would be to my mind	J
There's none of the trees has a prettier dress	P
And none as attractive as I am I guess	P
But a goat who was taking an afternoon walk	F2
By chance overheard the fir tree's talk	F2
So he came up close for a nearer view	G2
My salad he bleated I think so too	G2
You're the most attractive kind of a tree	K
And I want your leaves for my five o'clock tea	K
So he ate them all without saying grace	H2
And walked away with a grin on his face	H2
While the little tree stood in the twilight dim	I2
With never a leaf on a single limb	I2
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Then he sighed and groaned but his voice was weak	J2
He was so ashamed that he could not speak	J2
He knew at last that he had been a fool	K2
To think of breaking the forest rule	K2
And choosing a dress himself to please	C
Because he envied the other trees	C
But it couldn't be helped it was now too late	V
He must make up his mind to a leafless fate	V
So he let himself sink in a slumber deep	L2
But he moaned and he tossed in his troubled sleep	L2
Till the morning touched him with joyful beam	M2
And he woke to find it was all a dream	M2
For there in his evergreen dress he stood	D
A pointed fir in the midst of the wood	D
His branches were sweet with the balsam smell	N2
His needles were green when the white snow fell	N2
And always contented and happy was he	K
The very best kind of a Christmas tree	K

Henry Van Dyke

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