Thomas Gray

While bright-eyed science watches round.

While bright-eyed science watches round.

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.

Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind.

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
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Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team a-field!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!