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General William Booth
THE TREE OF LAUGHING BELLS, OR
THE WINGS OF THE MORNING
[A Poem for Aviators]
How the Wings Were Made
FROM many morning-glories
That in an hour will fade,
From many pansy buds
Gathered in the shade,
From lily of the valley
And dandelion buds,
From fiery poppy-bids
Are the Wings of the Morning made.
The Indian Girl Who Made Them
These, the Wings of the Morning,
An Indian Maiden wove.
Intertwining subtilely
Wands from a willow grove
Beside the Sangamon—
