  June, 1890. Buttercups and daisies, Clover red and white, Ferns and crown-topped grasses Waving with delight, Dainty locust-blossoms, All that glad June yields, Welcome me with gladness To dearly-loved "Fairfields." But where's my happy collie dog, My Rosa? The orioles sing greeting, The butterflies come near, The horses neigh "I'm here," The cows nod "I have missed you," The pigs' eyes even shine, And from the red-house hearth-stone Comes pet cat Valentine. But where's my happy collie dog, My Rosa? I miss her joyful greeting, Her handsome, high-bred face, Her vigorous, playful action In many a fair field chase. Not even lively Sancho Can fill for me her place. O Rosa, happy Rosa, Gone where the good dogs go, Dost find such fields as "Fairfields," More love than we could show? A "Fairfields" is but another name for "Porter Manse." |
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