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morning's fair; the lusty sun With ruddy cheek begins to run, And early birds, that wing the skies, Sweetly sing to see him rise. I am resolv'd, this charming day, In the open field to stray, And have no roof above my head, But that whereon the gods do tread. Before the yellow barn I see A beautiful variety Of strutting cocks, advancing stout, And flirting empty chaff about: Hens, ducks, and geese, and all their brood, And turkeys gobbling for their food, While rustics thrash the wealthy floor, And tempt all to crowd the door. What a fair face does Nature show! Augusta! wipe thy dusty brow; A landscape wide salutes my sight Of shady vales and mountains bright; And azure heavens I behold, And clouds of silver and of gold. And now into the fields I go, Where thousand flaming flowers glow,