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4 But Jacob wise at Fountain well Has heaps of cows, and milk to sell , Then from a fallen log they rise and gravely steer
for farmer Wise. Meanwhile the day of sultry June approaches past the hour of noon; Our heroes, faint and fainter still, Toil
on with braced unfaltering will, Till on a ridge of thistly ground The home of Master Wise is found, And, waxing hold, our
starving men Bestow their tale of want again. But Jacob with commanding air Presents on each a Yankee star, And slowly, in
dull angry tone, Assures them they had best be gone But stanchly fixed with needful will 'Till fed with milk and bread their
fill, And, wiser grown, they know their task And kindly divers questions ask - How long beside this darkened wood His house
and handsome barn have stood? 15 1 A Breakfast Dedicated to the Patron of all those luckless brains, which to the wrong
side leaning, Indite much metre with much pains And little or no meaning. The early breeze of morning falls Upon the trembling
chamber walls, - The hours of evening, one by one, Retreat before the joyful sun, - O our heroe's task of resting oer, They
leave their ever-open door And yawn, and stretch, and view the sky With locks and garments much awry, Then seek with faltering
steps and slow The bustling stream that winds below, Where, like wet poultry after rain That trim disordered plumes again,
They wash, and love, and dress their hair, And for the breakfast search prepare