Happy the Lab'rer

Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!

In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws
A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
That, stuc in button-hole, regales his nose,
He en!ies not the gayest "ondon beau#$
In church he taes his seat among the rows,
%ays to the place the re!erence he owes,
"ies best the prayers whose meaning least he nows,
"ists to the sermon in a softening do&e,
And rouses 'oyous at the welcome close$
(ane Austen
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
In measured !erse I'll now rehearse
The charms of lo!ely Anna)
And, first, her mind is unconfined
"ie any !ast sa!annah$
*ntario's lae may fitly spea
Her fancy's ample bound)
Its circuit may, on strict sur!ey
+i!e hundred miles be found$
Her wit descends on foes and friends
"ie famed ,iagara's fall;
And tra!ellers ga&e in wild ama&e,
And listen, one and all$
Her 'udgment sound, thic, blac, profound,
"ie transatlantic gro!es,
-ispenses aid, and friendly shade
To all that in it ro!es$
If thus her mind to be defined
America e#hausts,
And all that's grand in that great land
In similes it costs --
*h how can I her person try
To image and portray.
How paint the face, the form how trace,
In which those !irtues lay.
Another world must be unfurled,
Another language nown,
/re tongue or sound can publish round
Her charms of flesh and bone$
(ane Austen