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 Lofty the russet Fern may grow, The tufty Tussock shining go Mile upon mile outside the fence, But inside—No!

A barren rootlet, here and there, I can espy: A patch of pasture, nibbled bare, Dewless and dry. Green seas of Growing shall enlap, Narrow and overflow the gap— Hither, and help! O Earth and Air, Sunshine and Sap.

To-day, to-day! of your full store Twofold I’d take; And more of leaves and blossoms, more Of honey make. Rich mouthfuls shall the Pony pull To-day, to-day the hives grow full, Plump and content the leaping Lambs, Thick, thick the wool!

Elizabeth: Daisy! Daisy! Come, Cherry, come!....No need of much calling! There, little calves, take your breakfast!

Now you, Jill, my orphan.—Gently, creature, gently! You a lamb, indeed!....Ah, would you? and spill half the bucket again, I suppose, as you did yesterday! You grow too strong, Jill, and too greedy! You will soon have to grow up, I can see, and eat only grass.