“The fleecy flocks, o’er yonder hill that browse,

From glebe to glebe, where’er, impearled with dew,

The jocund clover call them, and the lambs

That round them gambol, saturate with milk,

Proving their frontlets in the mimic fray.”

“The fleecy flocks, o’er yonder hill that browse, From glebe to glebe, where’er, impearled with dew, The jocund clover call them, and the lambs That round them gambol, saturate with milk, Proving their frontlets in the mimic fray.”

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