ROADSIDE LIFE. 



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And they loitered, hand in hand. 



Where the snipe along the sand 

 Of the river ran to meet them 



As the ripple meets the land. 



Till the dragon-fly, in light 



Gauzy armor, burnished bright. 

 Came tilting down the waters 



In a wild, bewildered flight. 



'James Whitcomb Rilsy.* 

 From Afterwhiles, by permission of the Bowen- Merrill Co. 



