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Six O’clock·

K. P.

The Door is open, |Sol above.|

The Dew is bright;

Forgotten now |●|

Is the lonesome Night,

And the Starling whistles,

“All is right.”

The House-wife moves

With her briskest tread

The Chairs are set,

And the Table spread |☽|

With Honey and Eggs

And Cream and Bread.