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near the close of day, yet bright
 * The sun shone o'er the hill,

And pour'd a flood of golden light
 * On every object still.

With hat in hand, and reeking brows,
 * Did little Thomas come,

For he had helped to bring the cows
 * From distant pasture home.

Now, seated on the gray stone wall
 * Which all the yard surrounds,

His eye attentive noted all
 * That passed within its bounds.

With snow-white pail, the dairy's pride,
 * Each milker seated low,

Rested his head against the side
 * Of every gentle cow.

From Brown and Pied, from Black and Red,
 * The milk with care was drawn;

But Brindle fiercely shook her head
 * And raised her pointed horn.

Away she ran; but boy and man
 * Soon overtook and tied her,