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", Timothy, up with your Staff and away!

Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;

The Hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,

And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds."

—Of coats and of jackets gray, scarlet, and green,

On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen;

With their comely blue aprons, and caps white as snow,

The Girls on the hills made a holiday show.

The bason of box-wood, just six months before,

Had stood on the table at Timothy's door;

A Coffin through Timothy's threshold had past;

One Child did it bear, and that Child was his last.