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Are funk in fudden gloom: The plodding hind, 



That homeward hies, kens not the chearing fite 



Of his calm cabbin, which, a moment pall, 40$ 



Stream'd from its roof an azure curl of fmoke. 



Beneath the flickering coppice, and gave fign 



Of warm domefUc welcome from his toil. 



Nor is that Cot, of which fond Fancy draws 

 This cafual picture, alien from our theme. 41 OR 



Revifit it at morn ; its opening latch,, 

 Tho' Penury and Toil within refide, 

 Shall pour thee forth a youthful progeny 

 Glowing with health and beauty: (fuch the dowec 

 Of equal heav'n) fee, how the ruddy tribe 415 



Throng round the threfhold, and, with vacant gaze,. 

 Salute thee; call the loiterers into ufe,, 

 And form of thefe thy fence, the living fence 

 That graces what it guards. Thou think'ft, perchance;, 

 That, fkill'd in nature's heraldry, thy art 420 



Has, in the Jimits of yon fragrant tuft, 



Marfhaird 



