Of men 



The happiest he, who far from public rage, 

 Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, 

 Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. 



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 Rich in content ; in Nature's bounty rich, 

 In herbs and fruits ; whatever greens the spring, 

 When heaven descends in showers ; or bends the bough 

 When summer reddens, and when autumn beams ; 

 Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies 

 Concealed! 



TJie Seasons, Autumn. 



