“Too harsh, perhaps, to please politer Ears,
Yet much the sweetest Tune the Farmer hears:”
or when he compares the haymakers to sparrows at the approach of storm,—
“Thus have I seen, on a bright Summer’s Day,
On some green Brake, a Flock of Sparrows play;
From Twig to Twig, from Bush to Bush they fly;
And with continued Chirping fill the Sky:
But, on a sudden, if a Storm appears,
Their chirping Noise no longer dins our Ears.
They fly for Shelter to the thickest Bush,