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“The Hayloft”
Robert Louis Stevenson
 Through all the pleasant meadow-side
      The grass grew shoulder-high,
 Till the shining scythes went far and wide
      And cut it down to dry.
 
 Those green and sweetly smelling crops
      They led in waggons home;
 And they piled them here in mountain tops
      For mountaineers to roam.
 
 Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
      Mount Eagle and Mount High;—
 The mice that in these mountains dwell,
      No happier are than I!
 
 Oh, what a joy to clamber there,
      Oh, what a place for play,
 With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
      The happy hills of hay!
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