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 THE WEAVER'S :BOY. Who once so blythe as William Field was known, And now so blest, since Mary is his own ? Who so industrlou, s, in his small neat room, To ply the busy labours of the loom ? Then what pure joy, when eveniag's welcome close )ropt the soft curtain of serene repose, The cheerful blaze, the social board to greet, By toil's harsh contrast render'd doubly sweet; While each domestic pleasure, simply small, Was still enhaac'd by having earn'd it all. But, ah ! not his, what only can ensure Substantial bliss, and make our joys endure ! That fix'd, that steady, principle within, The guide to virtue, and the guard from sin. ......... Google

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