Edward Jenner as Naturalist. 
rov see! a rainbow spans the sky. 
The walls are damp, the ditches swell, 
Clos’d is the pink-ey’d pimpernel. 
Hark! how the chairs and tables crack; 
Old Betty’s joints are on the rack. 
Loud, quack the ducks, the peacocks cry, 
The distant hills are looking nigh. 
How restless are the snorting swine, 
The busy flies disturb the kine. 
Low o’er the grass the swallow wings; 
The cricket, too, how loud it sings. 
Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, 
Sits smoothing o’er her whiskered jaws. 
Thro’ the clear stream the fishes rise, 
And nimbly catch the incautious flies. 
The sheep were seen at early light, 
Cropping the meads with eager bite. 
Tho’ June, the air is cold and chill. 
The mellow black-bird’s voice is still. 
The glow-worms, numerous and bright, 
Illumed the dewy dell last night. 
At dusk the squalid toad was seen 
Hopping, crawling, o’er the green. 
The frog has lost his yellow vest, 
And in a dingy suit is dress’d. 
The leech, disturbed, is newly risen 
Quite to the summit of his prison. 
The whirling winds the dust obeys, 
And in the rapid eddy plays. 
My dog, so altered is his taste, 
Quits mutton-bones on grass to feast; 
And see young rooks, how odd their flight, 
They imitate the gliding kite, 
Or seem precipitate to fall, 
As if they felt the piercing ball. 
’Twill surely rain — I see with sorrow. 
Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow. 
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