Blush bright before his searching ray.
The careful shepherd foldward goes
To count his eager charge anew,
Then plucks the fodder, while his flock
Are loosed upon the cold white dew.
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With great, ungainly gambols, too,
The bullock runs through opened door,
And sober cows, with placid mien,
Renew their kindly, creamy store.
The sailor, doubting through the night,
Now trusts his canvas to the breeze;
The fisher baits his guileful hooks,
And tries again the treasured seas,
The rural world in quiet peace
Thus pass their days, nor think of harm;
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