Quiet and lone, and watch the snowy spray;

And take the curious seaweeds in their hands,

Then homeward turn obedient to Papa's commands.[22]

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LXII.

Yes, those were jolly days; and now the fields

With happy haymakers were scattered o'er,

And Papa went to know their different yields

Through quite a hundred acres, if not more,

Not less, at any rate, I am quite sure;

And all his daughters had some first-rate fun

(They always had some merriment in store)

For haymaking to learn they had begun,

And often had a romp beneath the baking sun.

LXIII.

In fact it gave them something nice to do,

Moreover 'twas a fav'rite occupation,

And that chanced very fortunately too;

Meanwhile they liked some light confabulation,

Making arrangements for their bright vacation,

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