Preface

TO 
E. M. F. 
THIS BOOK OF PEOPLE


    THE PASTURE 
        I'M going out to clean the pasture spring; 
        I'll only stop to rake the leaves away 
        (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): 
        I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too. 
        I'm going out to fetch the little calf 
        That's standing by the mother. It's so young, 
        It totters when she licks it with her tongue. 
        I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.