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BOOK I.  Fitting congenial Juice; so rich the Soil, So much does fructuous Moisture o'er-abound! Nor are the Hills unamiable, whose Tops To Heav'n aspire, affording Prospect sweet To Human Ken; nor at their Feet the Vales Descending gently, where the lowing Herd Chews verd'rous Pasture; nor the yellow Fields Gaily' enterchang'd, with rich Variety Pleasing, as when an Emerald green, enchas'd In flamy Gold, from the bright Mass acquires A nobler Hue, more delicate to Sight. Next add the Sylvan Shades, and silent Groves, (Haunt of the Druids) whence the Hearth is fed With copious Fuel; whence the sturdy Oak, A Prince's Refuge once, th' æternal Guard Of England's Throne, by sweating Peasants fell'd, Stems the vast Main, and bears tremendous War To distant Nations, or with Sov'ran Sway Rh