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 ( 23 ) THE FARMER'S HARVEST NIGHT. A POEM. INSPIRE my Muse. O thou cclestial 'Power, That may ſing in odd romantic ſtrains, (to paſs a leiſure hour in mirth away) The rule and ſimple manners of the ſwains. They, after having toil'd the live long day, In cutting down their corn, heat, or perſe, Homeward do match a rude and tur di band. Sit down around the fire, their weary limbs to safe, The auld gudewiſe their ſow'ns now having made, Her wheel the tak's in o'r ſide the fire, Sita down to p'n and tell that m ſtories odd, 'Bout witches, warlock, and inchantments dire. The laſſes a' around her fit, and can', And liſten to the tale with eager mind. Fs, of id ſuch ſtaff could Be'er iavett, Noranci nt burds ſo many witches find). The al gu dewenswetsinow'rtheil ſons,

And t k wou: per for thukies t me.) . Wil gul cum lauditie he cow. The auteuidentin afine his bonn t throws, alks a tliling, then cries. 'lads ta' to in tuk' your fuppe, for i'm fare you ve O fomcig fiuytgat your wee drap bro'. Apollo. -