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Or say that horses be my theme, • Hath not the staggers thinn'd my team? • Have not a thousand ills beside ; non • Depriv'd my stable of its pride?
When I survey my lands around, • What thorns and thistles spread my ground ! • Doth not the grain my hopes beguile, • And mildews.mock the thresher's toil ?: • However poor the harvests past, • What so deficient as the last !. • But tho’, nor blast nor mildews rise, • My turnips are destroy'd by flies ;'. • My sheep are pin’d to such degree, • That not a butcher comes to me.....!!!
Seasons are chang'd from what they were, ' And hence too foul, or hence too fair.' • Now scorching heat and drought annoy, . And now returning showers destroy.':. • Thus have I pass'd my better years " 'Midst disappointments, cares and tears. * And, now, when I compute my gains, :. • What have I reap'd for all my pains ?
• Oh! had I known in manhood's prime • These slow convictions wrought by time ; ; • Would I have brav'd the various woes • Of summer suns, and winter snows? • Would I have tempted every sky, .. “So wet, so windy, or so dry, . • With all the elements at strife? . . • Ah! no--I then had plann'd a life,
"Where wealth attends the middle stage,
And rest and comfort wait on agé. • Where rot and murrain ne'er commence, Nor pastures burn at my expence ; 11 hoy Nor injur'd cows their wants bewail, $50 Nor dairies mourn the milkless pail; -2.. • Nor barns lament the blasted grain, iclasen Nor cattle blame the barren plain.' JE .
Dun hobbled by his master's side, And thus the sober brute reply'd : .. Look thro' your team, and where's the steed Who dares dispute with me his breed ? ! • But, ah! it now avails me not in the . By what illustrious chief begot!:"4,5 ,
Spavins pay no regard to birth, on • And failing vision sinks my worth. ! · The 'Squire, when he disgusted grew, 20) • Transferr'd his property to you. Ti j e * And since poor Dun became your own, its
What scenes of sorrow have I known ! • Hath it not been my constant toilussa • To drag the plough, and turn the soil? 20 • Are not my bleeding shoulders wrung * By large and weighty loads of dung?both • When the shorn meadows claim your care, . And fragrant cocks perfume the air ; d o '. "When harvest's ripen'd fruits abound, . '
And Plenty waves her sheaves around; :1 * True to my collar, home I bear is within • The treasures of the fruitful year.
And, tho' this drudgery, be mine,
Yet what rewards have crown'd my days? • I'm grudg’d the poor reward of praise.' “For oats small gratitude I owe, ..., • Beans were untasted joys, you know..: • And, now I'm hast’ning to my end, * Past services can find no friend. • Infirmities, disease, and age, . . • Provoke my surly driver's rage. .. Look to my wounded flanks, you'll see No horse was ever us'd like me...
• But now I eat my meals with pain, • Averse to masticate the grain. · Hence you direct, at night and morn, • That chaff accompany my corn;
For husks, altho' my teeth be few, * Force my reluctant jaws to chew. • What then? of life shall I complain, . And call it fleeting, false and vain ?s., • Against the world shall I inveigh, . Because my grinders now decay?
You think it were the wiser plan, • Had I consorted ne'er with man;
Had I my liberty maintain'd, • Or liberty by flight regain'd, * And rang'd o'er distant hills and dales • With the wild foresters of Wales...!!
• Grant I succeeded to my mind - . • Is happiness to hills confin'd?
· Don't famine oft erect her throne
• Do pains or sickness here invade ? • Man tenders me his cheerful aid. • For who beholds his hungry beast, !! ! • But grants him some supply at least ? • Intrest shall prompt him to pursue • What inclination would not do." .
"Say, had I been the desert's foal, • Thro’ life estrang'd to man's control ;;; • What service had I done on earth, tits • Or who could profit by my birth? • My back had ne'er sustain'd thy weight, * My chest ne'er known thy waggon's freight; • But now my several powers combined • To answer Nature's ends and thine.** iudi • I'm useful thus in every yiew OTSE! • Oh! could I say the same of you ! • Superior evils had ensu'dır.;? bilo je • With prescience had I been endu'd.'. • Ills, tho' at distance seen, destroy,
Or sicken every present joy; • We relish every new delight, • When future griefs elude our sight. "To blindness then what thanks are due ! • It makes each single comfort two.
• The colt, unknown to pain and toil, • Anticipates to-morrow's smile...! • Yon lamb, enjoys the present hour, ... As stranger to the butcher's power. *Your's is a wild Utopian scheme, A boy would blush to own your dream. • Be your profession what it will, *No province is exempt from ill. • Quite from the cottage to the throne, • Stations have sorrows of their own. • Why should a peasant then explore • What longer heads ne'er found before ? :
Go, preach my doctrine to your son, • By yours, the lad would be undone. * But, whether he regards or not, . • The lecture would be soon forgot.
The hopes which gulld the parent's breast, • Ere long will make his son their jest. • Tho' now these cobweb-cheats you spurn, • Yet every man's a dupe in turn. . • Else life would stagnate at its source, * And Man, and Horse decline the course.
· Then bid young Ralpho never mind it, * But take the world as he shall find it.'