The 'Good' Excuse

it reads:
Does each weary travl'r see
Nature's gay, grand pageantry?

She is all decked for Christmastime
Flecked in white and silver rime
And red from oak and poplar bare
Whose advent umber under where
Leaves of green or orange had been
But pine and spruce now have the scene
With light from withered leave and grass
Whose dry clusters shine at last
With that high festal color gold
Who were not great until were old
And the effect upon the eyes
Makes men merry, warm and wise;

But this is just how I relate
Why I've failed to decorate.

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