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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

Swart crows sat huddled on the ground

Disconsolately,

While overhead the seamews wheeled, and skirled

In glee;

But the black cows stood, and cropped where they stood,

And never heeded thee,

O dark pale man, with the weary eyes,

On the road to Withernsea.

H. H. ABBOTT

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