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THE RANCHMAN'S VISION OF HOME. 



THE RED ROAN MARE. 



He laid his hand on the red roan mare 

 And looked at her shapely side ; 



He saw her eye, which was bright and fair, 

 And thought of her dashing stride. 



Away, away, o'er the lonely down, 

 To the arch of the sinking sky ; 



To the flaming lights of the village town 

 My word ! how the mare can fly. 



