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38 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.

III.

Along the river's stony marge

The Sand-lark chaunts a joyous song;

The Thrush is busy in the wood,

And carols loud and strong.

A thousand Lambs are on the rocks,

All newly born! both earth and sky

Keep jubilee; and more than all,

Those Boys with their green Coronal;

They never hear the cry,

That plaintive cry! which up the hill

Comes from the depth of Dungeon-Ghyll.