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    Happy The Lab'Rer

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    A happy laborer dresses in his best clothes on Sunday and attends church proudly. He takes his seat in church and pays reverence, though he understands little of the sermon as he dozes off. He wakes joyfully when the service ends.

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    A happy laborer dresses in his best clothes on Sunday and attends church proudly. He takes his seat in church and pays reverence, though he understands little of the sermon as he dozes off. He wakes joyfully when the service ends.

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    A happy laborer dresses in his best clothes on Sunday and attends church proudly. He takes his seat in church and pays reverence, though he understands little of the sermon as he dozes off. He wakes joyfully when the service ends.

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    Happy The Lab'Rer

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    A happy laborer dresses in his best clothes on Sunday and attends church proudly. He takes his seat in church and pays reverence, though he understands little of the sermon as he dozes off. He wakes joyfully when the service ends.

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    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, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose, He envies not the gayest London beaux. In church he takes his seat among the rows, Pays to the place the reverence he owes, Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows, Lists to the sermon in a softening doze, And rouses joyous at the welcome close. Jane Austen

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