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70 The mountain Raven's youngling Brood

Have left the Mother and the Nest,

And they go rambling east and west

In search of their own food,

Or thro' the glittering Vapors dart

In very wantonness of Heart.

II.

Beneath a rock, upon the grass,

Two Boys are sitting in the sun;

It seems they have no work to do

Or that their work is done.

On pipes of sycamore they play

The fragments of a Christmas Hymn,

Or with that plant which in our dale

We call Stag-horn, or Fox's Tail

Their rusty Hats they trim:

And thus as happy as the Day,

Those Shepherds wear the time away.