Tables Turned; an Evening Scene

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2 id="id00063" style="margin-top: 4em">THE TABLES TURNED;</h2> <p id="id00064" style="margin-top: 2em"> <i>An Evening Scene, on the same Subject</i>,</p> <p id="id00065" style="margin-top: 4em">  Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks,<br/> Why all this toil and trouble?<br/> Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,<br/> Or surely you'll grow double.<br/></p> <p id="id00066">  The sun, above the mountain's head,<br/> A freshening lustre mellow<br/> Through all the long green fields has spread,<br/> His first sweet evening yellow.<br/></p> <p id="id00067">  Books! 'tis dull and endless strife,<br/> Come, here the woodland linnet,<br/> How sweet his music; on my life<br/> There's more of wisdom in it.<br/></p> <p id="id00068">  And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!<br/> And he is no mean preacher;<br/> Come forth into the light of things,<br/> Let Nature be your teacher.<br/></p> <p id="id00069">  She has a world of ready wealth,<br/> Our minds and hearts to bless—<br/> Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,<br/> Truth breathed by chearfulness.<br/></p> <p id="id00070">  One impulse from a vernal wood<br/> May teach you more of man;<br/> Of moral evil and of good,<br/> Than all the sages can.<br/></p> <p id="id00071">  Sweet is the lore which nature brings;<br/> Our meddling intellect<br/> Mishapes the beauteous forms of things;<br/> —We murder to dissect.<br/></p> <p id="id00072">  Enough of science and of art;<br/> Close up these barren leaves;<br/> Come forth, and bring with you a heart<br/> That watches and receives.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />