And loves each one "the best." With smut or blacking-brush, Always making a rush. They'll fight, and kiss again Or cruel, wicked Cain. [54] On sunny days—in doors To rush out when it pours. —In spite her nice new cap— While riding on her lap. Prattling the live-long day, Hazel, and blue, and gray.— Too happy, we trust, to fade— [55] Like violets in the shade. A dawning light so fair, We dread the noon-tide glare May spoil its tender glow, As earth-stains change the snow! Three white brows upward turned,