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"Gay little cousin

Beyond the Great Lakes

(A darling rose-bud

Amid the white flakes!)

How far is it, pray,

To the foot of the hill?"

"A swallow's flight

So smooth and so still!"

"And, prithee, how far

To the top of the hill?"

"Oh, a snail's pace

With a patient will!"

—EDITH M. THOMAS