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Oleander. 
There the Oleander telleth thee, — beware. 
BEWARE. 
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“ Beware the pine-tree’s withered branch 
Hl | Beware the awful avalanche ! ” 
{| This was the peasant’s last good-night ; 
| A voice replied far up the height, 
| | Excelsior ! 
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At break of day, as heavenward 
The pious monks of Saint Bernard 
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, 
A voice cried through the startled air, 










Excelsior ! 
A traveler, by the faithful hound 
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| Half-buried in the snow was found, 
| Still grasping in his hand of ice 
\| That banner with the strange device, 
| Excelsior ! 
| There in the twilight cold and gray, 
Lifeless, but beautiful he lay. 
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H. W. LOoNGFELLow. 




