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Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ;
Enough of Science and of Art;
these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY and DECAY, ,
The little hedge-row birds That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression ; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought.--He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten; one to whom Long patience hath such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing of which He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect, that the young behold
GOODY BLAKE and HARRY GILL,
A TRUE STORY.
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
In March, December, and in July, 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; The neighbours tell, and tell you truly, His teeth they chatter, chatter still. At night, at morning, and at noon, 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Beneath the sun, beneath the
moon, His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
Young Harry was a lusty drover,
His cheeks were red as ruddy clover ;
His voice was like the voice of three.
Old Goody Blake was old and poor ;