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'Listen my child ' said the old pine	A
tree to the little one nestling near	B
'For the storm clouds troop together to night	C
and the wind of the north I hear	D
And perchance there may come some echo of	E
the music of long ago	F
The music that rang when the White Host	G
sang marching across the snow '	H
	-
'Up and away Saint George up thro' the	I
mountain gorge	J
Over the plain where the tempest blows and	K
the great white flakes are flying	L
Down the long narrow glen faster my merry	M
men	N
Follow the trail tho' shy moon hides and	K
deeply the drifts are lying '	-
	-
'Ah mother ' the little pine tree replied	O
'you are dreaming again to night	C
Of ghostly visions and phantom forms that for	P
ever mock your sight	C
'Tis true moan of the winter wind comes	Q
to my list'ning ear	D
But the White Host marching I cannot see	M
and their music I cannot hear '	-
	-
'When the northern skies were all aflame	R
where the trembling banners swung	S
When up in the vaulted heavens the moon of	E
the Snow Shoe hung	S
When the hurricane swept the hillside and the	I
crested drifts ran high	T
Those were the nights ' said the old pine tree	M
'the great White Host marched by '	-
	-
And the storm grew fiercer fiercer and the	I
snow went hissing past	U
But the little pine tree still listened till she	M
heard above the blast	U
The music her mother loved to hear in the	I
nights of the long ago	F
And saw in the forest the white clad Host	G
marching across the snow	F
	-
And loud they sang as they tramped along of	E
the glorious bygone days	V
Whan valley and hill re echeoed the snow	F
shoer's hymn of praise	V
Till the shy moon gazed down smiling and the	I
north wind pause to hear	D
And the old pine tree felt young again as the	I
little one nestling near	B
	-
'Up and away Saint George up thro' the	I
mountain gorge	J
Over the plain where the tempest blows and	K
the great white flakes are flying	L
Down the long narrow glen faster my merry	M
men	N
Follow the trail tho' the shy moon hides and	K
deeply the drifts are lying '	-

William Henry Drummond

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