Moral.

You see the point? Don't be too quick
To break bad habits: better stick,
Like the Mission folk, to your _arsenic_.




On a Cone of the Big Trees.

_Sequoia Gigantea_.



Brown foundling of the Western wood,
Babe of primeval wildernesses!
Long on my table thou hast stood
Encounters strange and rude caresses;
Perchance contented with thy lot,
Surroundings new and curious faces,
As though ten centuries were not
Imprisoned in thy shining cases!

Thou bring'st me back the halcyon days
Of grateful rest; the week of leisure,
The journey lapped in autumn haze,
The sweet fatigue that seemed a pleasure,