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WAITING FOR THE COWS.

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WHERE the willows kiss the ripples,

As the brook goes murmuring by,

Just behind the old red farm-house,

'Neath the azure summer sky,

With the robins singing round them,

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And the merry bees' low hum, -

Jed and Kitty sat together,

Waiting for the cows to come.

Far away behind the mountain

Slowly sank the sun to rest;

Lighting up with beams of glory

Old Monadnock's noble crest;

While from far adown the meadow

Came the tinkle of the bell

That from Brownie's neck hung lightly,

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