his labor
with every
day,
relinquishing
all claim
to the
produce of
his
fields,
and
sacrificing
in his
mind not
only his
first but
his last
fruits
also.
☆、正文 The Village
After
hoeing, or
perhaps
reading
and
writing,
in the
forenoon,
I usually
bathed
again in
the pond,
swimming
across one
of its
coves for
a stint,
and washed
the dust
of labor
from my
person, or
smoothed
out the
last
wrinkle
which
study had
made, and
for the
afternoon
