The stranger striding down the paths of spring
Will turn half round a stooping man to see
& wonder why a man so old should sing
Humming along as bums the bumble bee
For though so old a merry man is he
& where he goes right merry is the way
You hear him ere you see him down the grain
As sings the skylark at the peep of day
Or trudging on the narrow crooked lane
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