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The Chase (Dunbar)

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                 THE CHASE
The wind told the little leaves to hurry,
  And chased them down the way,
While the mother tree laughed loud in glee,
  For she thought her babes at play,
The cruel wind and the rain laughed loudly,
  We'll bury them deep, they said,
And the old tree grieves, and the little leaves
  Lie low, all chilled and dead.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.