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able happily am I

To my poor village to escape,

From all the city's noise to fly,

And cares of every shape;

Like a new man my spirits give

Me then to feel, in joyous link;

For only then I seem to live,

And only then to think.

The insufferable hours that there

In weariness to me return'd,

Now on a course so gently bear,

Their flight is scarce discern'd.

The nights that there in sloth and play

Alone their occupations keep,

Here with choice books I pass away,

And in untroubled sleep.

With the first dawn I wake, to change

Rejoiced the soft bed's balmy rest,

Through the life-giving air to range,

That free dilates the breast.