Excerpt from Sing a Song of Seasons Hough pines and firs are weighted now SO they can scarcely sing, Though chill winds blow, and snowflakes whirl, I'm dreaming dreams of spring. According to the calendar The winter days are done; And soon the icicles will drip And snow melt in the sun. The Spring will bid her flowers appear, And song Of lark and thrush. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.