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Lately an equipage I overtook, / And help'd to lift it o'er a narrow brook; / No horse it had, except one boy, who drew / His sister out in it the fields to view.
O happy town-bred girl, in fine chaise going / For the first time to see the green grass growing! / This was the end and purport of the ride, / I learn'd, as walking slowly by their side / I heard their conversation. Often she -- / "Brother, is this the country that I see? " / The bricks were smoking and the ground was broke, / There were no signs of verdure when she spoke.