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Show A LAMENT. i. In the dreary, distant northland Lol a mighty oak did grow. For a hundred peaceful iuuimein ' ? . Through it did the soft winds bloW ' . For a hundred lenjtthy winters On It fell the cold, white snow, Wath it roved the doushty chicftai ' While his dusky love he woo'd. Proud and tatly (trew the oak tre In the northern lolitude. Lo! the mighty now have fallen, . . . Fallen from their high estate; Ou the pavements of the city Has the oak tree banged of late, Through the air in graceful motion Does It circle and gyrate. For the oak has been made into ' Canes that are used by the dudei Fallen is the mighty monarch Of the northern solitudes. New York Herald. |