The pedestrian traveler bemoans;
He no more the green carpet may tread,
But plod on, 'midst the gravel and stones:
And if he would rest with his load,
No green hillock presents him a seat,
But long, hard, tiresome sameness of road
Fatigues both the eye and the feet.
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Sighs speak the poor Labourers' pain,
While the new mounds and fences they rear,