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COUNTRY PLEASURES.
Come, and I will take youWhere the lambs are playing,
And of our band will make you—
Young lads and lasses maying.
Hark! do you hear the field-boy's horn a-blowing,
And all the cows about the meadows lowing,
And round the woodland cheerful noise
Of merry birds that make the heart rejoice?
Here is such store
Of painted flowers that gardens have no more:
As daffodils
That fringe the rills,
Millions of daisies sparkling on the floor,
With pink anemones and mayflowers,
Talking to one another in the bowers;
Bright fountains falling down,
By soft winds overblown:
All bidding care and sorrow go away
On this so fair a day.
Such sweet delights this rural life can give,
None would desire in busy towns to live.
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