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Cobbler, cease your pegging! Who pays your wage?And whose the ugly, Dry shoes of Age?
I have shoes for mending; A patch or twoWill make them nearly As good as new,
Mine too worn for patching? It cannot beThe shoes just finished Were made for me?
II
Time went dancing down the road Yesterday;It was sweet to watch Time dance On her way.
Not one sigh was in my heart! How could IKnow that when to-morrow came I should cry?
III
Joy came winging down to me, A brown, song-throated bird,But on a honeyed tree's dark branch A scarlet note was heard.
Joy was singing, soft and low, A tender little lay,But, oh, my ears were deafened by The scarlet note that day!

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