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EPIGRAM.
[With folded hands and lifted eyes]
With folded hands and lifted eyes,“Have mercy, Heav'n,” the Parson cries;
“And on our sun-burnt, thirsty plains,
“Thy blessings send in genial rains.”
The Sermon ended, and the Pray'rs,
Sir Cassock to be gone prepares;
When with a look, brighten'd in smiles,
“Thank Heav'n! it rains,” cries Farmer Giles:
“Rains! quo' the Parson,—Sure you joke;
“Rains!—Heav'n forbid—I han't my Cloak!”
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