For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come . . .
. . . and the voice of the chain saw is heard in the land.
The Song of Solomon needed some new words last week as the power saws growled and stately old elm trees crashed to the pavement. They were all doomed by Dutch elm disease, though many of them could probably have been saved by careful, persistent programs of spraying with insecticides.