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The Hired Man's supper which he sat before	A
In near reach of the wood box the stove door	A
And one leaf of the kitchen table was	B
Somewhat belated and in lifted pause	C
His dextrous knife was balancing a bit	D
Of fried mush near the port awaiting it	D
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At the glad children's advent gladder still	E
To find him there 'Jest tickled fit to kill	E
To see ye all ' he said with unctious cheer	F
'I'm tryin' like to he'p Floretty here	G
To git things cleared away and give ye room	H
Accordin' to yer stren'th But I p'sume	H
It's a pore boarder as the poet says	I
That quarrels with his victuals so I guess	J
I'll take another wedge o' that air cake	K
Florett' that you're a learnin ' how to bake '	-
He winked and feigned to swallow painfully	L
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'Jest 'fore ye all come in Floretty she	L
Was boastin' 'bout her biscuits and they air	M
As good sometimes as you'll find anywhere	M
But women gits to braggin' on their bread	N
I'm s'picious 'bout their pie as Danty said '	-
This raillery Floretty strangely seemed	O
To take as compliment and fairly beamed	O
With pleasure at it all	P
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'Speakin' o' bread	N
When she come here to live ' The Hired Man said	N
'Never ben out o' Freeport 'fore she come	H
Up here of course she needed ' sperience some	H
So one day when yer Ma was goin' to set	Q
The risin' fer some bread she sent Florett	Q
To borry leaven 'crost at Ryans' So	R
She went and asked fer twelve She didn't know	R
But thought whatever 'twuz that she could keep	S
One fer herse'f she said O she wuz deep '	-
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Some little evidence of favor hailed	Q
The Hired Man's humor but it wholly failed	Q
To touch the serious Susan Loehr whose air	M
And thought rebuked them all to listening there	M
To her brief history of the city man	T
And his pale wife 'A sweeter woman than	T
She ever saw ' So Susan testified	Q
And so attested all the Loehrs beside	Q
So entertaining was the history that	Q
The Hired Man in the corner where he sat	Q
In quiet sequestration shelling corn	U
Ceased wholly listening with a face forlorn	U
As Sorrow's own while Susan John and Jake	K
Told of these strangers who had come to make	K
Some weeks' stay in the town in hopes to gain	V
Once more the health the wife had sought in vain	V
Their doctor in the city used to know	R
The Loehrs Dan and Rachel years ago	R
And so had sent a letter and request	Q
For them to take a kindly interest	Q
In favoring the couple all they could	Q
To find some home place for them if they would	Q
Among their friends in town He ended by	W
A dozen further lines explaining why	W
His patient must have change of scene and air	M
New faces and the simple friendships there	M
With them which might in time make her forget	Q
A grief that kept her ever brooding yet	Q
And wholly melancholy and depressed	Q
Nor yet could she find sleep by night nor rest	Q
By day for thinking thinking thinking still Upon a grief beyond the doctor's skill	E
The death of her one little girl	X
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'Pore thing '	-
Floretty sighed and with the turkey wing	Y
Brushed off the stove hearth softly and peered in	Z
The kettle of molasses with her thin	Z
Voice wandering into song unconsciously	L
In purest if most witless sympathy	L
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''Then sleep no more	A
Around thy heart	Q
Some ten der dream may i dlee play	A2
But mid night song	B2
With mad jick art	Q
Will chase that dree muh way ''	-
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'That air besetment of Floretty's ' said	Q
The Hired Man ' singin she inhairited	Q
Her father wuz addicted same as her	C2
To singin' yes and played the dulcimer	C2
But gittin' back I s'pose yer talkin' 'bout	Q
Them Hammondses Well Hammond he gits out	Q
Pattents on things inventions like I'm told	Q
And's got more money'n a house could hold	Q
And yit he can't git up no pattent right	Q
To do away with dyin' And he might	Q
Be worth a million but he couldn't find	Q
Nobody sellin' health of any kind	Q
But they's no thing onhandier fer me	L
To use than other people's misery	L
Floretty hand me that air skillet there	M
And lem me git 'er het up so's them air	M
Childern kin have their popcorn '	-
	-
It was good	Q
To hear him now and so the children stood	Q
Closer about him waiting	Y
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'Things to eat '	-
The Hired Man went on ''s mighty hard to beat	Q
Now when I wuz a boy we was so pore	A
My parunts couldn't 'ford popcorn no more	A
To pamper me with so I hat to go	R
Without popcorn sometimes a year er so	R
And suffer'n' saints how hungry I would git	Q
Fer jest one other chance like this at it	Q
Many and many a time I've dreamp ' at night	Q
About popcorn all busted open white	Q
And hot you know and jest enough o' salt	Q
And butter on it fer to find no fault	Q
Oomh Well as I was goin' on to say	A2
After a dreamin ' of it thataway	W
Then havin' to wake up and find it's all	P
A dream and hain't got no popcorn at tall	P
Ner haint had none I'd think ' Well where's the use '	-
And jest lay back and sob the plaster'n' loose	D2
And I have prayed what ever happened it	Q
'Ud eether be popcorn er death And yit	Q
I've noticed more'n likely so have you	E2
That things don't happen when you want 'em to '	-
	-
And thus he ran on artlessly with speech	F2
And work in equal exercise till each	F2
Tureen and bowl brimmed white And then he greased	Q
The saucers ready for the wax and seized	Q
The fragrant steaming kettle at a sign	G2
Made by Floretty and each child in line	G2
He led out to the pump where in the dim	H
New coolness of the night quite near to him	H
He felt Floretty's presence fresh and sweet	Q
As dewy night air after kitchen heat	Q
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There still with loud delight of laugh and jest	Q
They plied their subtle alchemy with zest	Q
Till sudden high above their tumult welled	Q
Out of the sitting room a song which held	Q
Them stilled in some strange rapture listening	Y
To the sweet blur of voices chorusing	Y
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''When twilight approaches the season	H2
That ever is sacred to song	Y
Does some one repeat my name over	C2
And sigh that I tarry so long	Y
And is there a chord in the music	Y
That's missed when my voice is away	W
And a chord in each heart that awakens	I2
Regret at my wearisome stay ay	W
Regret at my wearisome stay ''	-
	-
All to himself The Hired Man thought 'Of course	J2
They'll sing Floretty homesick '	-
	-
O strange source	J2
Of ecstasy O mystery of Song	Y
To hear the dear old utterance flow along	Y
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''Do they set me a chair near the table	K2
When evening's home pleasures are nigh	W
When the candles are lit in the parlor	C2
And the stars in the calm azure sky ''	-
	-
Just then the moonlight sliced the porch slantwise	J2
And flashed in misty spangles in the eyes	J2
Floretty clenched while through the dark 'I jing '	-
A voice asked 'Where's that song ' you'd learn to sing	Y
Ef I sent you the ballat ' which I done	H2
Last I was home at Freeport S'pose you run	H2
And git it and we'll all go in to where	M
They'll know the notes and sing it fer ye there '	-
And up the darkness of the old stairway	W
Floretty fled without a word to say	W
Save to herself some whisper muffled by	W
Her apron as she wiped her lashes dry	W
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Returning with a letter which she laid	Q
Upon the kitchen table while she made	Q
A hasty crock of 'float ' poured thence into	Q
A deep glass dish of iridescent hue	Q
And glint and sparkle with an overflow	R
Of froth to crown it foaming white as snow	R
And then poundcake and jelly cake as rare	M
For its delicious complement with air	M
Of Hebe mortalized she led her van	T
Of votaries rounded by The Hired Man	T

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