We overtook old Fleming at Rydale

We overtook old Fleming at Rydale,
Leading his little Dutchman-like grandchild
Along the slippery road.
The same pace
Seemed to be natural to them both—
The old man and the little child—
And they went hand in hand,
The grandfather cautious,
Yet looking proud of his charge.
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