tABLES tURNED; AN EVENING SCENE, ON t.

    Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks,

    oil and trouble?

    Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,

    Or surely youll grow double.

    tains head,

    A fresre mellow,

    the long green ?elds has spread,

    s evening yellow.

    Books! tis a dull and endless strife,

    Come, ,

    his music; on my life

    t.

    And le sings!

    And he is no mean preacher;

    Come forto t of things,

    Let Nature be your teacher.

    Sh,

    Our minds and s to bless--

    Spontaneous h,

    truthed by chearfulness.

    One impulse from a vernal wood

    May teach you more of man;

    Of moral evil and of good,

    the sages can.

    S is ture brings;

    Our meddling intellect

    Misseous forms of things;

    --e murder to dissect.

    Enoug;

    Close up these barren leaves;

    Come fort

    t ches and receives.