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, long fed with musty hay,
 * And work'd with yoke and chain,

Was turn'd out on an April day, When fields are in their best array, And growing grasses sparkle gay
 * At once with Sun and rain.

The grass was fine, the Sun was bright:
 * With truth I may aver it;

The Ox was glad, as well he might, Thought a green meadow no bad sight, And frisked, to shew his huge delight,
 * Much like a beast of spirit.