Than the rude owner of yon smiling cot?
Sighs he for joys by Nature’s hand denied?
Feels he a want by labor unsupplied?
The flock which oft his children’s pranks disturb,
The goats delighting in the sprouted herb,
The sleepy cows aroused by sauntering flies,
His verdant paddock with sweet food supplies.
Vigorous from rest, not weak with slothful ease,
At dawn he scents the sharp reviving breeze;
With eager industry and rustic skill