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Patience, children, just a minute-
See the spreading circles die;

The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by.

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XXXVII

FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE

MASTER than fairies, faster than witches,

F Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,—

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

XXXVIII

WINTER-TIME

ATE lies the wintry sun a-bed,

LAT

A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;

Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the 'jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;

The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

XXXIX

THE HAYLOFT

HROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side

TH

The grass grew shoulder-high,

Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it down to dry.

These green and sweetly smelling crops

They led in waggons home;

And they piled them here in mountain-tops For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;-
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!

O what a joy to clamber there,

O what a place for play,

With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay!

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