FAR AND NEAR 



I left thee *mid my orchard's bloom, 

 WTien May had crowned the year ; 



Thy nest was on the apple bough, 

 Where rose thy carol clear. 



Thou lurest now through fragrant shades. 



Where hoary spruces grow ; 

 W^here floor of moss infolds the foot. 



Like depths of fallen snow. 



Loquacious ravens clack and croak 



Nor hold me in my quest ; 

 The purple grosbeaks perch and sing 



Upon the cedar's crest. 



But thou art doomed to shun the day, 



A captive of the shade ; 

 I only catch thy stealthy flight 



Athwart the forest glade. 



Thy voice is like a hermit's reed 



That solitude beguiles ; 

 Again 't is like a silver bell 



Adrift in forest aisles. 



Throw off, throw off this masquerade 



And don thy ruddy vest. 

 And let me find thee, as of old, 



Beside thy orchard nest. 



While here Mr. Harriman had the luck to kill the 

 long-expected Kadiak bear; he shot a mother and 



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