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clofed fields of England, in one of the mild 

 mornings of May, and feating him under a 

 green-budding hedge, upon a mo fly and fun- 

 warmed bank, furrounded with violets, bids 

 him look down the Hoping mead to the 

 crooked brook which winds in gentle current 

 along the bottom, and there behold the 

 thick wood of the oppofite bank, reflecting 

 the dark femblance of its branches in the 

 ftream, and burfting forth its protecting fo- 

 liage to conceal the harmonic fongfters of the 

 feafon. It alfo directs his eye to the green 

 carpet of (hooting herbage, enriched yjitti the 

 tender cowflipand the humble daify, and in- 

 vites his regard to the playful innocence of 

 the young lambkins flapping before him. 

 To his ear k conveys grateful melody in the 

 bleating of diftant herds ; the lively whittling 

 of contented hinds ; or the happy milk maid's 

 fimple fong : — even the loud cawing of the 

 rooks perched on the lofty elms, the foft note 

 of the innocent robin hopping under the 

 hedge, and the very chirpings of the merry 

 fparrow excite congenial feelings, and im- 

 prove the general harmony — -while the bright 

 fun, occafionally obfcured by fleeting clouds, 

 exhibits the varied interchanges of light and 



