THE FIRST SIGHT
OF
GREEN FIELDS
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Lately an equipage I overtook,
And help’d to lift it o’er a narrow brook;
No horse it had, except one boy, who drew
His sister out in it the fields to view.
O happy town-bred girl, in fine chaise going
For the first time to see the green grass growing!
This was the end and purport of the ride,