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60 Hitherward with careful guiding
 * Comes the convoy safe to land—

Dusty-foot and gray Grizelda
 * Flopping, panting on the strand.

"Collies? Aye, they're surely clever,
 * Faithful too, and wondrous wise;

But for all that," says the master,
 * "Give me still my little Skyes."