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Ruling that world o'er which his father's arm shed

peace.

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

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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

of Fate.

Oh draw—the time is all but present-near
To thy great glory, cherished child of heaven,
Jove's mighty progeny! And lo! the world,

The round and ponderous world, bows down to thee;
The earth, the ocean-tracts, the depths of heaven.
Lo! nature revels in the coming age.
Oh! may the evening of my days last on,
May breath be mine, till I have told thy deeds! 60
Not Orpheus then, not Linus, shall outsing
Me: though each vaunts his mother or his sire,
Calliopea this, Apollo that
Let Pan strive with me, Arcady his judge;
Pan, Arcady his judge, shall yield the palm.

Learn, tiny babe, to read a mother's smile:
Already ten long months have wearied her.
Learn, tiny babe. Him, who ne'er knew such smiles,
Nor god nor goddess bids to board or bed.

ECLOGUE V.

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
At the wind's fancy—or (mayhap the best)
Into some cave. See here's a cave, o'er which

A wild vine flings her flimsy foliage.
Me. On these hills one-Amyntas--vies with you.
Mo. Suppose he thought to outsing Phoebus' self? 10
Me. Mopsus, begin. If aught you know of flames

That Phyllis kindles; aught of Alcon's worth,
Or Codrus's ill-temper; then begin :

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
The music, as I wrote. Hear that, and bid
Amyntas vie with me.

Me.

As willow lithe
Yields to pale olive; as to crimson beds
Of roses yields the lowly lavender; 20

So, to my mind, Amyntas yields to you.
Mo. But, lad, no more: we are within the cave.

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(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

leaf.

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