a MARCH c Is Freedom in Danger Glenn L Archer h e leedwoodi by Frank W Gray I found the peace of ages in that grove Where huge trees soared to meet the sky A breeze moved softly through their fronds I scarcely heard its soothing sigh All living things seemed quiet there As though they sensed the brooding spell Of long dead years if those great trees Could only talk what tales they apos d tell They lived when Christ escaped His tomb Ascended to H
