Than does the countenance of each child
Whether of ardent soul or mild. 125
The hour was fixed—they are prepared—
And homeward now they must depart,
And after many a brisk adieu,
On pony trim, and fleet of limb,
Their bustling journey they pursue. 130
The fair-hair’d gentle quiet maid,
And she who is of daring mood,
The valiant and the timid Boy