THE PADDOCK
And she dimples and laughs, without knowing why.”—
“A wrinkled old face I lovingly kiss,
And whisper of Hope unto Helplessness.”—
“Here are clean, bright dishes to twinkle in,”—
“I’ve bubbles to blow in this great yeast-jar.”—
“I’m making a sun of this Kerosene-tin.”—
“And I’m turning this tumbler into a Star.”—
“Busy ye all are?”
“Busy we are!”
“Hey, Brothers!”
“Ho, Brother!”
“Where are you?”
“We are here at last.
How did the others arrive so fast?
Are we behind-hand? for we see
All are settled at work but we.
Something good have you got to do?
Share with us, Brothers! Let us work, too!”
“Come, come along, then! On the ground,
(Stoop, and under the leaves push through),
Look, Brothers, what I have found!—
Waiting Strawberries seated round,
Waiting for me and you!
Shine! Shine! Stand in a ring!
Richness and Ripening,
Flavour and Fragrance bring,
Shine through, through!
Shine! Shine, every Ray!
Make we, and take for pay,
Every Strawberry ripe to-day—
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