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MOPSUS.

How is my Soul with such a Promise rais'd!

For both the Boy was worthy to be prais'd,
And Stimichon has often made me long,
To hear, like him, so soft so sweet a Song.85

MENALCAS.

Daphnis, the Guest of Heav'n, with wondring Eyes,

Views in the Milky Way, the starry Skies:
And far beneath him, from the shining Sphere,
Beholds the moving Clouds, and rolling Year,
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The Purple Spring arrays the various ground:
The Nymphs and Shepherds dance; and Pan himself is corwn'd.
The Wolf no longer prowls for nightly Spoils,
Nor Birds the Sprindges fear, nor Stags the Toils:
For Daphnis reigns above; and deals from thence95
His Mother's milder Beams, and peaceful Influence.
The Mountain tops unshorn, the Rocks rejoice;
The lowly Shrubs partake of Humane Voice.
Assenting Nature, with a gracious nod,
Proclaims him, and salutes the new-admitted God.100
Be still propitious, ever good to thine:
Behold four hallow'd Altars we design;
And two to thee, and two to Phœbus rise;
On each is offer'd Annual Sacrifice.