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THE LITTLE MEAL-MILL. |
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X. THE LITTLE MEAL-MILL.
Perched on its four grey cairns across the streamThat tumbles down the cliff, secure it stands;
An old possession, for on plank and beam
Are Knuts and Olës carved by various hands.
Its cubic measure, six by five by four;
Yet in this compass, everything complete;
And there he bent—his back was towards the door—
While plashed the mill-wheel merrily at his feet,
And ground his rye, and sang with honest glee.
—Be mine the knowledge that I now possess,
And mine a heart, like his, of envy free,
And I could don to-day the sæter dress,
And bring my wishes docile to my will
To moil content in this Norwegian mill.
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