Will be dipping below e’er our long path is won.
At length, from all ports of the village, we throng—
O’er the maple-lin’d sidewalk we scatter along,
With baskets well stor’d; and so loud our delight,
That we start Taggett’s team from Nate’s store in affright:
We pass by the office—“Alf, why do you wait?”
To a laggard shouts Cady—“you’re always too late!”
We turn the stone store—up the Pleasant Pond road:
Green richer the fields on each side never show’d;
We pass the flat rock, where we often found rest,