If e’er so bold to be I try,
I know not what to say.
[MY VILLAGE LIFE.]
When able happily am I
To my poor village to escape,
From all the city’s noise to fly,
And cares of every shape;
Like a new man my spirits give
Me then to feel, in joyous link;
If e’er so bold to be I try,
I know not what to say.
When able happily am I
To my poor village to escape,
From all the city’s noise to fly,
And cares of every shape;
Like a new man my spirits give
Me then to feel, in joyous link;