COCK O' THE NORTH | |
| Cock o' the North! The dawn is young, Grey-glimmering the pane; Yet you, with your discordant tongue, Have woken me again! Good beasts are silent in their pens. Hush! Leave the boasting to the hens! |
THE SIMPLE SHEEP | |
| The sheep's like the man in the street. She will follow, and blunder, and bleat, In pursuit of her fate At the slaughter-house gate, And she learns it too late to retreat. |
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THE SERVILE COW | |
| When the cow's in the farmyard, her sense Of servility's simply immense; But you meet her again In the highway or lane, And she tosses you over the fence. |
THE GROWING COLT | |
| Rough, shaggy colt: the world is all before you: Blithe be your life, secure of oats and hay; A little crowd of people to adore you, And some green resting-place at shut of day! |
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The sun is low behind the grey-green trees. And all the farm grows quiet by degrees. Among their many lessons this is best: The animals know when and how to rest! A. W. |
