128 f&nzs. 
And in my good old-fashioned book I read of herb and 
tree, 
That were food for man, and beast and bird, and for 
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. 
An d 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 night: 
