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 Who wings the fleeting months with joy, And swells the corn. And happy brides shall say, Twas mine, When years the cyclic season brought, To chant the festal hymn divine By taught."

HE snow is fled: the trees their leaves put on, The fields their green: Earth owns the change, and rivers lessening run Their banks between. Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meads The dance essay: "No 'scaping death" proclaims the year, that speeds This sweet spring day. Frosts yield to zephyrs; Summer drives out Spring, To vanish, when Rich Autumn sheds his fruits; round wheels the ring,— Winter again! Yet the swift moons repair Heaven's detriment: We, soon as thrust Where good Æneas, Tullus, Ancus went, What are we? dust.