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HON. DAVID R. HASTINGS OF AUBURN.

THE trees all turn to brown and gold, In autumntide, we oft are told. But here's a man the whole year round Turns trees to gold, where're they're found. He spots the lumber, builds a town, And all the while keeps Sturgis down. A Nimrod he, both strong and mighty, Whose inmost thoughts are never flighty. He speaks his mind, tho diplomat, And rigid, frigid Democrat. H things are right, he'll have his way, Tho fight he must till Judgment Day.

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