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 In richest verdure shall be clad, and Jove

Shall on our land descend, in gladd'ning showers.

The poplar is the tree for Hercules;

The vine belongs to Bacchus, and the fair

Goddess of Beauty, claims her myrtle green;

While Phœbus in the shining bay delights.

But Phyllis loves the hazel, so whilst she

Shall love, no myrtle, nor e'en Phœbus' bay

Will e'er excel the humble hazel bush.

The glory of the ash is in the woods,

The pine in gardens, poplar by the stream;

On the high mountains stands the lonely fir

But if, fair Lycidas, I can obtain

Oftener thy company, nor slender ash

Nor stately pine, for me will equal thee.

These are the songs I call to mind, and how

In vain for victory, vanquish'd Thyrsis strove

And how from that time, Corydon is ours.