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24 And as the Locks of Phœbus are unshorn, So shall perpetual Green thy Boughs adorn. The grateful Tree was pleas'd with what he said; And shook the shady Honours of her Head.

An ancient Forest in Thessalia grows; Which Tempe's pleasing Valley does inclose: Through this the rapid Peneus take his Course; From Pindus rolling with impetuous force; Mists from the River's mighty fall arise; And deadly Damps inclose the cloudy Skies: Perpetual Fogs are hanging o'er the Wood; And sounds of Waters deaf the Neighbourhood. Deep in a rocky cave, he makes abode: (A Mansion proper for a mourning God.) Here he gives Audience; issuing out Decrees To Rivers, his dependant Deities. On this Occasion hither they resort; To pay their Homage, and to make their Court. All doubtful, whether to congratulate His Daughter's Honour, or lament her Fate. Sperchæus, crown'd with Poplar, first appears; Then old Apidanus came crown'd with Years: Enipeus turbulent, Amphrysos tame; And Æas last with lagging Waters came. Then, of his Kindred Brooks, a num'rous Throng Condole his loss; and bring their Urns along. Not one was wanting of the watry Train, That fill'd his Flood, or mingled with the Main: But Inachus, who in his Cave, alone, Wept not another's Losses, but his own. For his dear Io, whether stray'd, or Dead, To him uncertain, doubtful Tears he shed. He