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104 AN EVENING SCENE, ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;

Why all this toil and trouble?

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,

Or surely you'll grow double.

The sun, above the mountain's head,

A freshening lustre mellow

Through all the long green fields has spread,

His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:

Come, hear the woodland Linnet,

How sweet his music! on my life

There's more of wisdom in it.