123 ^DSS. 
And in my good old-fashioned book I read of herl) and 
tree, 
That were food for man, and beast and bird, and f(jr 
the honey-bee. 
I read of grove-like banyans, of cedars broad and 
• tall. 
Of the lofty towering palm, and the Moss and lichen 
small. 
And then I found how wondrously the poor Reindeer 
was fed, 
"When over all his frozen land deep winter's snow lay 
spread ; 
How God had bid the barren ground produce this 
strange small thing, 
On which whole countless herds of deer are ever pas- 
turing : 
How, in the woods of scattered pine abundantly it 
grows, 
And clothes the earth for many a mile beneath the 
trackless snows ; 
How the sagacious Reindeer delves, and scents his on- 
ward way. 
Till he reaches his scant mossy food, that doth his toil 
repay. 
Oh ! see him with his master's sledge ! How swift 
they glide along. 
Like a bird, or a fairy car I've read of, in some quaint 
old song. 
Away ! o'er the boundless snowy waste, so glittering 
and bright : 
Away ! — through the dark pine forest, as gloomy as 
the nisht: * 
