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THE
Cottager's Saturday Night
A POEM.
Containing a very pleasing and affecting
Description of the piety and happiness of
a Cottager and his Family.
November chill blow loud with angry brow,
The short'ning winter's day is near a close
The miry beasts retreating from the plough;
The black'ning train of crows seek their repose
The toil-worn Cottager from labour goes,
This night his weekly toil is at an end,
Collects his spades his mattocks, and his hoes
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend
And weary o'er the moor his course does homeward bend.
At length his lonely Cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant young ones tottering stagger thro'
To meet their Dad with prattling noise and glee
His little wood-fire sparkling cheerfully,
His clean hearth-stone, his thrifty wife's glad smile,
The lisping infant prattling on his knee,
Does all his weary anxious cares beguile,
And makes him quite forget his labour and his toil.
