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 And wearied cattle move with languid air, As they draw homeward the inverted share; To see the household round the cheerful hearth, The abode of innocence, the scene of mirth! 'Tis thus we sing the praise of rural life, And love the home remote from public strife. Happy the man who lives in calm content, But wretched he whose life's in turmoil spent.