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12. _____ the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, And hat 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,Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,Pays to the place the reverence he owes,Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,And rouses joyous at the welcome close. (5)