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DUSK.

Bat is bustling in search of both.

Whippoorwill, far down the lane,

Repeats her melancholy strain.

Homeward his herd the cowboy brings;

Shrill he whistles and gayly he sings;

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Sings as he comes in careless glee,

Tinkle the bells for company.

Daisy and Rose demurely wait,

Patiently stand by the farm-yard gate.

Then the good farmer, stout and hale,

Comes from the house with his milking-pail;

Daisy is sober and staid he knows,

But he keeps an eye upon frolicsome Rose,

Till in the stanchions her neck confined,

Compels her to be passing kind.

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