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But now the Wonder ceases, since I see
She kept them only, Tityrus, for thee.
For thee the bubling Springs appear'd to mourn,
And whisp'ring Pines made Vows for thy return.55

TITYRUS.

What shou'd I do! while here I was enchain'd,

No glimpse of Godlike Liberty remain'd?
Nor cou'd I hope in any place but there,
To find a God so present to my Pray'r.
There first the Youth of Heav'nly Birth I view'd;60
For whom our Monthly Victims are renew'd.
He heard my Vows, and graciously decreed
My Grounds to be restor'd, my former Flocks to feed.

MELIBOEUS.

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For you sufficient, and requites your pains,65
Tho' Rushes overspread the Neighb'ring Plains.
Tho' here the Marshy Grounds approach your Fields,
And there the Soil a stony Harvest yields.
Your teeming Ewes shall no strange Meadows try,
Nor fear a Rott from tainted Company.70
Behold yon bord'ring Fence of Sallow Trees
Is fraught with Flow'rs, the Flow'rs are fraught with Bees:
The buisie Bees with a soft murm'ring Strain
Invite to gentle sleep the lab'ring Swain.
While from the Neighb'ring Rock, with rural Songs,75
The Pruner's Voice the pleasing Dream prolongs;