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...wers
    As mellows round their threshold; what long hours
    They gloat upon their steepling hollyhocks,
    Bee's balsams, feathery southernwood, and stocks,
    Fiery dragon's-mouths, great mallow leaves
    For salves, and lemon-plants in bushy sheaves,
    Shagged Esau's-hands with five green finger-tips.
    Such old sweet names are ever on their lips.
    As pleased as little children where these grow
    In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
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...nd could not do without and keep its Christmas.
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment
To sell them off their feet to go in cars
And leave the slope behind the house all bare,
Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.
I’d hate to have them know it if I was.
Yet more I’d h...Read More

...
Has turned to ash-of-rose and ivory— 

And a chorus rises valiantly from where the crickets hide, 
Close-shaded by the balsams drooping down— 
It is evening in a garden by the kindly water-side, 
A garden near the lights of Sydney town!...Read More

...r. 

For I am the Lord's builder and free and accepted MASON in CHRIST JESUS. 

For I bless God in all gums and balsams and every thing that ministers relief to the sick. 

For the Sun's at work to make me a garment and the Moon is at work for my wife. 

For tall and stately are against me, but humiliation on humiliation is on my side. 

For I have a providential acquaintance with men who bear the names of animals. 

For I bless God to Mr Lion Mr Cock ...Read More

...sooner, were 
The natural compound left alone to fight 
Its way back into earth, and fire, and air; 
But the unnatural balsams merely blight 
What nature made him at his birth, as bare 
As the mere million's base unmarried clay — 
Yet all his spices but prolong decay. 

XII 

He's dead — and upper earth with him has done; 
He's buried; save the undertaker's bill, 
Or lapidary scrawl, the world is gone 
For him, unless he left a German will: 
But where's the proctor who w...Read More

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