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Ruling that world o'er which his father's arm shed
On thee, child, everywhere shall earth, untilled, Show'r, her first baby-offerings, vagrant stems 20 Of ivy, foxglove, and gay briar, and bean; Unbid the goats shall come big-uddered home, Nor monstrous lions scare the herded kine. Thy cradle shall be full of pretty flowers: Die must the serpent, treacherous poison-plants Must die; and Syria's roses spring like weeds.
But, soon as thou canst read of hero-deeds Such as thy father wrought, and understand What is true worth : the champaign day by day Shall grow more yellow with the waving corn; 30 From the wild bramble purpling then shall hang The 'grape; and stubborn oaks drop honeydew. Yet traces of that guile of elder days Shall linger; bidding men tempt seas in ships, Gird towns with walls, cleave furrows in the land. Then a new Tiphys shall arise, to man New argosies with heroes: then shall be
New wars; and once more shall be bound for Troy, A mightier Achilles.
After this, When thou hast grown and strengthened into
man, The pilot's self shall range the seas no more; Nor, each land teeming with the wealth of all, The floating pines exchange their merchandise. Vines shall not need the pruning-hook, nor earth The harrow: ploughmen shall unyoke their steers. Nor then need wool be taught to counterfeit This hue and that. At will the meadow ram Shall change to saffron, or the gorgeous tints Of Tyre, his fair fleece; and the grazing lamb At will put crimson on.
So grand an age Did those three Sisters bid their spindles spin; Three, telling with one voice the changeless will
Oh draw—the time is all but present-near
The round and ponderous world, bows down to thee;
Learn, tiny babe, to read a mother's smile:
MENALCAS. MOPSUS. Me. MOPSUS, suppose, now two good men have met
You at flute-blowing, as at verses I–
We sit down here, where elm and hazel mix. Mo. Menaloas, meet it is that I obey
Mine elder. Lead, or into shade—that shifts
A wild vine flings her flimsy foliage.
That Phyllis kindles; aught of Alcon's worth,
Tityrus meanwhile will watch the grazing kids. Mo. Ay, I will sing the song which tother day
On a green beech's bark I cut; and scored
As willow lithe
So, to my mind, Amyntas yields to you.
(Sings.) The Nymphs wept Daphnis, slain by
ruthless death. Ye, streams and hazels, were their witnesses: When, clasping tight her son's unhappy corpse, “Ruthless,” the mother cried, “are gods and
stars.” None to the cool brooks led in all those
days, Daphnis, his fed flocks: no four-footed thing Stooped to the pool, or cropped the meadow
grass. How lions of the desert mourned thy death, 30 Forests and mountains wild proclaim aloud. 'Twas Daphnis taught mankind to yoke in cars The tiger ; lead the winegod's revel on, And round the tough spear twine the bending