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.

by Jane Austen

Comments (3)

Quite humorous...a delightful read.
Nice and beautiful makes lot of happiness while reading.
Welcome to this site, dearest Miss Jane! Do you know how greatly you are loved, in places that you would need your atlas to place on the great globe?