A POEM.
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For joy the birds, with boldin throats,
Against his visage sheen,
Takes up their kindly music-notes
In woods and gardens green:
Against his visage sheen,
Takes up their kindly music-notes
In woods and gardens green:
Upbraids the careful husbandman,
His corns and vines to see;
And every timeous artisan
In booth works merrily.
His corns and vines to see;
And every timeous artisan
In booth works merrily.
The pastor quits his slothful sleep,
And passes forth with speed,
His little camow-nosed sheep,
And rowting kye to feed.
And passes forth with speed,
His little camow-nosed sheep,
And rowting kye to feed.
The passenger, from perils sure,
Gangs gladly forth the way;
Brief, every living creature
Takes comfort of the day.
Gangs gladly forth the way;
Brief, every living creature
Takes comfort of the day.
The subtile motty rayons light
At rifts they are inwonne;
The glancing thaines and vitre bright
Resplends against the sun.
At rifts they are inwonne;
The glancing thaines and vitre bright
Resplends against the sun.
The dew upon the tender crops,
Like pearls white and round,
Or like to melted silver drops,
Refreshes all the ground.
Like pearls white and round,
Or like to melted silver drops,
Refreshes all the ground.
