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, worthy fragrant gifts of flow'rs and wine! Bandusian Fount! than crystal far more bright! To-morrow shall a victim-kid be thine, Whose forehead swells with horns of infant-might. E’en now of love and war he dreams in vain, Doom'd with his blood thy gelid waves to stain.

Let the red dog-star burn!—his scorching beam, Fierce in ascendance, shall molest thee not! Still shelter'd from his rage, thy banks, fair stream, To the wild flock that wanders near the spot, And wearied ox, returning from the field, Shall their blest shade and genial freshness yield.

And thou, bright Fount! ennobled and renown'd, Shalt, by thy poet's votive song, be made, Which bids the fame of that green oak resound, Whose boughs o'ermantle, with their spreading shade, The cavern'd rocks, whence, babbling many a tale, Springs thy pure wave, and rushes to the vale.