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TWO AN’ TWO.
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I met the merry laugher on the down,
Bezide her mother, on the path to town,
An’ oh! her sheäpe wer comely to the zight,
But wordless then wer she a-vound to me.

Zoo, sweet ov unzeen things mid be sound,
An’ feäir to zight mid soundless things be vound,
But I’ve the laugh to hear, an’ feäce to zee,
Vor they be now my own, a-bound to me.

TWO AN’ TWO.

The zun, O Jessie, while his feäce do rise
 In vi’ry skies, a-sheddèn out his light
On yollow corn a-weävèn down below
 His yollow glow, is gaÿ avore the zight.
  By two an’ two,
  How goodly things do goo,
 A-matchèn woone another to fulvill
 The goodness ov their Meäkfèr’s will.

How bright the spreadèn water in the lew
 Do catch the blue, a-sheenèn vrom the sky;
How true the grass do teäke the dewy bead
 That it do need, while dousty roads be dry.
  By peäir an’ peäir
  Each thing’s a-meäde to sheäre
 The good another can bestow,
 In wisdom’s work down here below.

The lowest lim’s o’ trees do seldom grow
 A-spread too low to gi’e the cows a sheäde;
The aïr’s to bear the bird, the bird’s to rise;

 Vor light the eyes, vor eyes the light’s a-meäde.