THE straw-stuffed hamper with his ruthless steel He opened, cutting sheer the inserted cords Which bound the lid and lip secure. Forth came The rustling package; first, bright straw of wheat, Or oats, or barley; next a bottle, green, Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distilled Drop after drop odorous, by the art Of the fair mother of his friend--the Rose.
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