This was the forest primeval! The murmuring firs
and the hemlocks,
Disfigured by careless vandals, scarred and devoid
Stand as silent reminders -- as proof of some
Stand like martyrs of old, hushed and grim in
This was the forest primeval, but where is its
Where is the frolicking chipmunk, the graceful
Which for ages before had sheltered and cared
for its people?
deer or the beaver,
Where are the birds whose jubilant notes prevaded
Afar they have fled, dislodged from their homes
in the forest.
Compelled to retreat to safety or remain to a
death to the flames
Which, lashed by the winds into sweltering fury,
devoured the timber.
For naught but distruction lies in the path
of a fire!
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You, who believe in conserving for constant
You who include in your heart a love of the
To refresh your mind and spirit by contact
Watch -- lest you kindle a spark of
Reprinted from Nature Notes, July 1, 1928