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. Lest we forget. -sucker. And when the eel was waked by thundering March fromhis oozy bed, he grappled his sinuous, slimy length with hookan<l line extended from many a setting pole. Lest Wi; THE BLUE-HOLE Alongside lay the blur-hole, whose deep fissure was cleft bysome thirsiy Titan, that he might drink, from the heart-source ofhis mother-earth, the living waters. This is overhung with trees,deep-rooted in limestone cliffs, where the wild columbine rootsand flowers in tantalizing luxuriance. Across the chasm a singleboard, from which to cast a line for sun perch that play in thes
. Lest we forget. -sucker. And when the eel was waked by thundering March fromhis oozy bed, he grappled his sinuous, slimy length with hookan<l line extended from many a setting pole. Lest Wi; THE BLUE-HOLE Alongside lay the blur-hole, whose deep fissure was cleft bysome thirsiy Titan, that he might drink, from the heart-source ofhis mother-earth, the living waters. This is overhung with trees,deep-rooted in limestone cliffs, where the wild columbine rootsand flowers in tantalizing luxuriance. Across the chasm a singleboard, from which to cast a line for sun perch that play in theshadows. Iarthcr the waters go. through Hume and crest of dam with cataract roar.( )r as a babbling brook through green meadows,( )r but softly all but lost in the lush grass.( )r where the ox-eyed daisy, white golden heart, gladden the pasture held. here thev nmst stay for the Sabbath day,\\ith eddying swirl and simunis ^hev placidiv rest on the dams great breast,Inder the THE BLUE HOLEAlongside^Unfathomable—Cleft by thirsty Titan. Lrst We Vouget ^ ii THE FORRERS FURNACE DAM the great North Mountain the sun sinksTo rest; night comes on raven wing to the laughing, murmuring waters full moon fresh from her bath in the ocean,With ringlets dripping, peers over the lUue Ridge,And slowly lifts the shadow of Turks great hill,From off the sleeping waves that wake to greet her;Wizard natures voice calls her votaries. I^rom the ruins of (he furnace-tower, Conies the leather-winged bat to flit about. By phosphorescent glare of Jack OLantern there, (Jr of myriad fire-flies lighting the gloom ; To feed on unctuous worm or insect rare. The whip-poor-will calls from distant hill, ()r mutely sits on casement of the mill. The screech-owls shrill cry is answered back, l>y old tu-whit, tu-whoo, of great hollow tree; Whose blinking eyes slow pilot him along. On heavy wing to feed on writhing snake. Or loathsome toad, or s
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