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and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at them A little; but I must have honored them For they were old, and they were geniuses.

I do not think of either of them now Without remembering, infallibly, A journey that I made one afternoon With Isaac to find out what Archibald Was doing with his oats. It was high time Those oats were cut, said Isaac; and he feared That Archibald—well, he could never feel Quite sure of Archibald. Accordingly The good old man invited me—that is, Permitted me—to go along with him; And I, with a small boy's adhesiveness To competent old age, got up and went. I do not know that I cared overmuch For Archibald's or anybody's oats, But Archibald was quite another thing, And Isaac yet another; and the world Was wide, and there was gladness everywhere.