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 The Laplander beholds the far-off sun Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows, While yet the stern and solitary Night Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam Guiding his course, or by Niemi's lake Or Balda-Zhiok, or the mossy stone Of Solfar-Kapper, while the snowy blast Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge Making the poor babe at its mother's back Scream in its scanty cradle: he the while Wins