Sabbath Walks.
By John Clare
Upon the sabbath, sweet it is to walk 'Neath wood-side shelter of oak's spreading tree, Or by a hedge-row track, or padded balk; Or stretch 'neath willows on the meadow lea, List'ning, delighted, hum of passing bee, And curious pausing on the blossom's head; And mark the spider at his labour free, Spinning from bent to bent his silken thread; And lab'ring ants, by careful nature led To make the most of summer's plenteous stay; And lady-cow, beneath its leafy shed, Call'd, when I mix'd with children, "clock-a-clay," Pruning its red wings on its pleasing bed, Glad like myself to shun the heat of day.
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