THIRTY MILES EXTENT,
from an adual Perambulation.
By DAVID HUGHSON, EL:D. pse
of Edward Push
O happy plains, remote from war's alasins,
And all the ravages of kostile arms!
And happy, shepherds, who, secure from fear,
On open downs preserve your fleecy care!
Whose spacious barns grown with increasing store,
And whirling flails disjoiot the cracking floor!
Ye happy Gelds unknown to noise and strife,
The kind rewarders of industrious life;
Ye shady wonds where oncc I us'd to rove,
Alike indulgent to the Muse and Love;
Ye murmuring streams that in meanders roll,
The sweet composures of the pensive soul;
Farewell !-The City calls me from your bowers;
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