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Show THE MIDNIOHT MAIL Ilesnnint lull and deep Is the xolce or the MllnlgM Mill It rolls through the shadowy realm it sleep When the high moon pleamaonthinll It startles the drowsy oak And clustered plnrs rejly An I the gray h illations of goblin lonii II ing mnxrless uniler the sky Hut oh, not the lordly notea Thnt waken the dreimlng Mil, Nor the rloiiil.whlto ilume tha baeinil Iloata Nor the climnr thit warns, 'I kll -Not llio drifting smoke nhova Nor the transient furnace clare-Ilut clare-Ilut the freightage of sorrow and Jojul Invo W hlch the Mlelnlght Mall doth beui The great, swift wheelsthe lonl clloxv chain of squares aa-leam-It la not for these thnt the pd "" Is llent with the ronr of steam. Not the triumph of splendll arti Nor the prince nf the passlonlen nH-nut nH-nut tho nnxlnus eca nnd the Ki henrla Tint wait for the MllnlgM Malll -W1I.I.IM Hl'HI) HILLTEIt.liil'f temher 1 Ipi Incott s |