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THE REINDEER. 
Thou wast made to fend and fare 
In a region bleak and bare; 
In a dreary land of snow 
Where green weeds can scarcely grow! 
Where the skies are grey and drear ; 
Where ’tis night for half the year ; 
Reindeer, where, unless for thee, 
Human dweller could not be. 
When thou wast at first designed 
By the great Creative Mind— 
With thy patience and thy speed ; 
With thy aid for human need ; 
With thy gentleness; thy might ; 
With thy simple appetite ; 
With thy foot so framed to go 
Over frozen wastes of snow, 
Thou wast made for sterner skies 
Than horizoned Paradise. 
Thou for frozen lands wast meant, 
Ere the winter’s frost was sent; 
And in love he sped thee forth 
To thy home, the frozen north, 
