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THE HEMLOCK.

I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow;It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe That men must slake in wilderness, Or in the desert cloy, --An instinct for the hoar, the bald, Lapland's necessity.

The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;

The gnash of northern winds Is sweetest nutriment to him, His best Norwegian wines.

To satin races he is nought;

But children on the Don Beneath his tabernacles play, And Dnieper wrestlers run.