(THE TWO MOTHERS)

As they ride and they ride on their proud, proud ponies By Beaver’s ways, or by Blow-Me-Down, Our hearts beat rejoicing since neither alone is, And blue eyes ride close to the eyes of brown:

Paired and abreast, twin angels are winging By cardinal’s flag or by partridge hen, And safe in the sunset, with chatter and singing, Twin angels on horseback ride homeward again!

A SYLVAN SAYING