text:  Then tho' the blackbird's welcome was unheard-- Silenced by winter--note of summer bird Still hail'd him from no mortal fowl alive But from the cuckoo-clock just striking five-- And Tinker's ear and Tinker's nose were keen-- Off started he and then a form was seen Dark'ning the doorway; and a smaller sprite And then another peer'd into the night Ready to follow free on Tinker's track But for the mother's hand that held her back; And yet a moment--a few steps--and there Pull'd o'er the threshold by that eager pair He sits by his own hearth in his own chair; Tinker takes post beside with eyes that say "Master! we've done our business for the day