O happy, if he knew his happy state!
The swain, who, free from business and debate.
Receives his easy food from Nature’s hand,
And just returns of cultivated land.
But the time had arrived to retreat from sylvan bowers and return to the more civilised homes of men.
On June 24 I struck the tent; while the shades of night yet slumbered upon the mountains, and the people began descending to renew their labours. ‘Make you haste; gather and bring home your corn, rising at the dawn, that you may have substance sufficient. For the morning obtains by lot a third share of the day’s work. The morn, look you, furthers a man on his road, and furthers him too in his work; the morn, I say, which at its appearing sets many men on their road, and places the yoke on many oxen.’
AMONG THE TOMBS.
As when ashore an infant stands,
And draws imagin’d houses in the sands.