The roads are thronged with mire from hasty showers
& every hollow hath its plashy lake
Were school boys dabble in their leisure hours
Their boats to swim or water mills to make
With wild disorderd clouds the wilder skyes
Are covered were the brewing blacking storm
Is hourly rising while the shepherd boy
Leaps oer the mole hill tops to keep him warm
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