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I laid me down one day in June	A
It was late long after noon	A
A very sultry summer's eve	B
Such times the senses oft deceive	B
The place was 'neath a maple tree	C
Soon from all cares and troubles free	C
By a gentle kindly slumber	D
No more our sorrows we could number	D
But we heard a plaintive wail	E
Such as we find in fairy tale	E
It was the genius of the tree	C
Who in sad guise appeared to me	C
And then she sadly did give vent	F
Unto this awful grave lament	F
'Though I am gay in month of June	A
All decked in green yet very soon	A
Alas my beauty will be faded	G
And my charms be all degraded	G
For is my time of glory brief	H
So often flattered is my leaf	H
In Canada so broad and free	C
All poets sing of the maple tree	C
High I stand in their opinion	I
Emblem of the New Dominion	I
The reason I do them upbraid	J
Some never slept beneath my shade	J
And yet they take the liberty	C
To chant about the maple tree	C
They dare to poetize my leaf	H
is the source of all my grief	H
I think their praises all so rude	K
And as but base in gratitude	K
So often hackneyed is my name	L
That every fall I burn with shame	L
Like maiden's cheek which blushes red	M
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When vain rash youth asks her to wed	M
Then do these foolish ones descry	C
In me fresh beauty and they sigh	N
And then renew their songs of praise	O
But unto me now sad their lays	O
For then I know my days are brief	H
'Tis hectic flush upon my leaf	H
True poets then should mournful sing	P
When the destroyer's on the wing	P
For then I know my leaves of gold	Q
Will all soon mingle with the mould	Q
No one does ever think to praise	O
The fell destroyer when he slays	O
No one rejoice in the flushed cheek	R
When the poor girl is low and weak	R
Perhaps they'll say and it is true	C
In Spring my glory I'll renew	C
But' tis poor comfort after all	S
To lose my offspring every Fall	S
Small consolation to mother	C
To tell her that soon another	C
Will replace her fond darling boy	T
Who has been source of all her joy	T
But you know all about my wood	U
You know that it is strong and good	U
And I have full many a curl	V
And pleasing eye and charming nurl	V
Some love me as fond nature grain'd	W
And some prefer my beauties stain'd	W
But my dear friend I hope that you	C
My varied shades like pure and true	C
For of the woods you know the staple	V
Stoutest and best is good maple	V
The youth my sugar eat with glee	V
And old maids love me in their tea	V
In me do various uses meet	X
In summer shade in winter heat	X
For I do make a glorious blaze	O
All worthy of the poet's lays	O
But to their praises I'll be deaf	Y
If more they harp about my leaf	H
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They call me gay when I am sober	C
To me 'tis gloomy month October	C
But saints on earth when they die	N
Hope for true bliss beyond the sky	N
So winter does bring no alarms	O
Though it strip bare my trunk and arms	O
For now I know that time will bring	P
More glorious foliage in the spring	P
Then all nature will rejoice	O
Triumphing with glorious voice	O
And birds will in my branches sing	P
Hosannas to the lovely spring	P
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The nurls and bird's eyes and curls were highly prized	Z
in furniture thirty years ago when we used the smooth plain	A2

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