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Hitherward with careful guiding
Comes the convoy safe to land—
Dusty-foot and gray Grizelda
Flopping, panting on the strand.

"Collies? Aye, they're surely clever,
Faithful too, and wondrous wise;
But for all that," says the master,
"Give me still my little Skyes."