Here his first thoughts to Nature's charms inclin'd.
Which stamps devotion on th' inquiring mind.
Here once a year Distinction low'rs its crest,
The master servant and the merry guest,
Are equal all; ———
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vide Farmers Boy.
Mean Structure where no bones of heroes lie
The rude inelegance of poverty
Reigns here alone.———
vide The Farmers Boy.
Forth comes the maid, and like the morning smiles;
The mistress too, and follow'd close by Giles.
A friendly tripod forms their humble seat.
With pails bright scour'd and delicately sweet.
Where shadowing elms obstruct the morning ray,
Begins their work, begins the simple lay:—
The full-charg'd udder yields its willing streams,
While Mary sings some lover's amorous dreams;
And crouching Giles beneath a neighbouring tree.
Tugs o'er his pail, and chants with equal glee.
Hither, at times, with cheerfulness of soul.
Sweet village maids from neighbouring hamlets stroll.
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Was lovely Poll.—
Ill-fated maid ! thy guiding spark is fled,
And lasting wretchedness awaits thy bed.
*******For in life's road, though thorns abundant grow,
There still are joys poor Poll can never know.