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THE TORCH.
On my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a
fishermen's group
stands watching;
Out on the lake, expanding before them, others are spearing salmon;
The canoe, a dim and shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow.
Out on the lake, expanding before them, others are spearing salmon;
The canoe, a dim and shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow.
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