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70 Or thro' the fairy-land of tale or song Delighted wander, in fictitious fates Engag'd, and all that strikes humanity; Till lost in fable, they the stealing hour Of timely rest forget. Sometimes, at eve, His neighbours lift the latch, and bless unhid His festal roof; while, o'er the light repast, And sprightly cups, they mix in social joy; And, thro' the maze of conversation, trace Whate'er amuses or improves the mind. Sometimes at eve (for I delight to taste The native zest and flavour of the fruit, Where sense grows wild, and takes of no manure) The decent, honest, chearful husbandman Should drown his labours in my friendly bowl; And at my table find himself at home. Rh