t ease!

    And t feared not grief,

    For all belonged to all, and each was chief.

    No plougrained; on grating road

    No , the yellow sheaf

    In every vale for t owed:

    For tures meads, the milky udder ?owed.

    Semblance, rahey made

    Of potters o door:

    But life of  to me pourtrayed,

    And oto allure;

    t moor

    In barn uplighted, and companions boon

    ell met from far h revelry secure,

    In dept glade, when jocund June

    Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.

    But ill it suited me, in journey dark

    Oer moor and mountain, midnig to ch;

    to chful bark.

    Or iptoe at ted latch;

    tern, and tch,

    tle shrill,

    And ear still busy on its nigch,

    ere not for me, broughing ill;

    Besides, on griefs so fress ill.

    could I do, unaided and unblest?

    Poor Fathine:

    And kindred of dead  best

    Small er marriage such as mine,

    ittle kindness o me incline.

    Ill oil or service ?t:

    itears w could con?ne,

    By ful

    .

    I lived upon the ?elds,

    And oft of cruelty the sky accused;

    On  general bounty yields,

    Noterly refused,

    ten used:

    But, s my peace  ruth

    Is, t I have my inner self abused,

    Foregone t of constant truth,

    And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.

    ten have I viewd,

    In tears, to country tend

    lost a