The propagated cry redoubling bounds,
And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy
Through all the regions near: afflictive birch
No more the school-boy dreads; his prison broke,
Scampering he flies, nor heeds his master’s call;
The weary traveler forgets his road,
And climbs th’ adjacent hill; the plowman leaves
Th’ unfinish’d furrow; nor his bleating flocks are now
The shepherd’s joy! Men, boys, and girls
Desert th’ unpeopled village, and wild crowds