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l206 SOMJS. ETC.
And when the Sun his mid-day heat, Pours down upon the sultry glade,
We'll find some snug and cosy seat, On which the light repast to spread ;
Then come what will, or weal or woe,
We'll crush yon flask of light Bordeaux.
Before the fire we sit and sing, Content and happy as a king,
When Minds of Autumn blow ; Employ'd upon our gentle themes Till Spring unbend the frozen streams,
And then to fish we go.
With morn unto the dewy meads, Where the herd contented feeds,
Tracing our steps again ; What fortune can be like to this? Then let the wise partake our bliss,
Th' unwise at Courts remain.