Fair was the morn & Summer in its prime
For whats more lovlier than hay-making time
When sweet perfumes from every flower arise
& sweeter still from swaths that withering lyes
When work folks stript appear in every ground
& thronging waggons ever rattling round
& Cows & Sheep as full as they can snive
In grounds made clear where shepherds all alive
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