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For joy the birds, with boldin throats, Against his visage sheen,Takes up their kindly music-notesIn woods and gardens green:
Upbraids the careful husbandman,His corns and vines to see;And every timeous artisanIn booth works merrily.
The pastor quits his slothful sleep,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 creatureTakes comfort of the day.
The subtile motty rayons lightAt rifts they are inwonne;The glancing thaines and vitre brightResplends against the sun.
The dew upon the tender crops,Like pearls white and round,Or like to melted silver drops,Refreshes all the ground.