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[PLAY ON, YE TIMID RABBITS]
Play on, ye timid Rabbits!
For I can see ye run,
Ne'er thinking of a gun,
Or of the ferret's habits.
For I can see ye run,
Ne'er thinking of a gun,
Or of the ferret's habits.
Ye sportive Hares! go forcing
The dewdrop from the bent;
My mind is not intent
On greyhounds or on coursing.
The dewdrop from the bent;
My mind is not intent
On greyhounds or on coursing.
Feed on, ye gorgeous Pheasants!
My sight I do not vex
With cards about your necks,
Forestalling you for presents.
My sight I do not vex
With cards about your necks,
Forestalling you for presents.
Go gazing on, and bounding,
Thou solitary Deer!
My fancy does not hear
Hounds baying, and horns sounding.
Thou solitary Deer!
My fancy does not hear
Hounds baying, and horns sounding.
Each furr'd or feather'd creature,
Enjoy with me this earth,
Its life, its love, its mirth,
And die the death of nature!
Enjoy with me this earth,
Its life, its love, its mirth,
And die the death of nature!
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