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BOOK THE SECOND.

hus far of tillage, and the starry signs—
Now thee I sing, great Bacchus, god of vines,
The birth, moreover, of the greenwood-tree,
And slow-grown olive, I will sing with thee.
Lenæan father, visit us awhile; 5
Here all the world is smiling in thy smile;
The vine presents her Autumn to thy sip,
And foams the vintage o'er the wine-tub's lip;
Lenæan father, come, and, buskin-free,
Imbrue thy feet in purple must with me. 10
First, different trees have divers birth assign'd;
For some lack no compulsion of mankind,
But spring spontaneously in every nook,
Peopling the meadows and the mazy brook;
Thus osiers lithe, and brooms that gently play,