THE HOLLY
drop-capHowhappy the holly-tree looks, and how strong,Where he stands like a sentinel all the year long.Neither dry summer heat nor cold winter hailCan make that gay warrior tremble or quail.He has beamed all the year, but bright scarlet he’ll glowWhen the ground glitters white with the fresh fallen snow.
drop-capHowhappy the holly-tree looks, and how strong,Where he stands like a sentinel all the year long.Neither dry summer heat nor cold winter hailCan make that gay warrior tremble or quail.He has beamed all the year, but bright scarlet he’ll glowWhen the ground glitters white with the fresh fallen snow.
drop-capHowhappy the holly-tree looks, and how strong,Where he stands like a sentinel all the year long.
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Howhappy the holly-tree looks, and how strong,
Where he stands like a sentinel all the year long.
Neither dry summer heat nor cold winter hailCan make that gay warrior tremble or quail.
Neither dry summer heat nor cold winter hail
Can make that gay warrior tremble or quail.
He has beamed all the year, but bright scarlet he’ll glowWhen the ground glitters white with the fresh fallen snow.
He has beamed all the year, but bright scarlet he’ll glow
When the ground glitters white with the fresh fallen snow.
Edith King