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THE RAIDER
Her happy, wondering eyes had ne'er
Till now ranged summer meadows o'er:
She would keep stopping everywhere
To fill with flowers her pinafore.
Till now ranged summer meadows o'er:
She would keep stopping everywhere
To fill with flowers her pinafore.
But when she saw how, green and wide,
Field followed field, and each was gay
With endless flowers, she laughed—then sighed,
“No use!” and threw her spoils away.
Field followed field, and each was gay
With endless flowers, she laughed—then sighed,
“No use!” and threw her spoils away.
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