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Their limbs benumbs, thither with fpeed return'd. 

 In the long grafs they ikulk, or Ihrinking creep 

 Among the wither'd leaves : thus changing ftill 

 As fancy prompts them, or as food invites. 

 But ev'ry feafon carefully obferv'd, 

 Th' inconftant winds, the fickle element. 

 The wife experienc'd huntfman foon may find 

 His fubtje, various game, nor wafte in vain 

 His tfedious hours, till his impatient hounds. 

 With difappointment vex'd, each fpringing lark 

 Babbling purfue, far fcatter'd o'er the fields. 

 Now golden autumn from her open lap 

 Her fragrant bounties Iho v'rs ; the fields are (horn ; 

 Inwardly fmiling, the proud farmer views 

 The rifing pyramids that grace his yard. 

 And counts his large increafe ; his barns are ftor'd. 

 And groaning daddies bend beneath their load. 

 All now is free as air, and the gay pack 

 In the rough briftly fiubbles range unblam'd ; 

 No widow's tears o'erflow, no fecret curfe 

 Swells in the farmer's breafl:, which his pale lips 

 Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd ; 

 But courteous now he levels ev'ry fence, 

 Joins in the common cry, and hollows loud, 

 Charm'd with the rattling thunder of the field. 

 Oh bear me, fome kind pow'r invifible ! 

 To that extended lawn, where the gay court 

 View the fwitt racers, firetching to the goal j 

 Games more renown'd, and a far nobler train, 



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