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 220 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Sabean odours, and Arabian ore, �Shall now be offer'd from their choicest store, �Go with them, Shepheards go, and with like faith adore. �But see! whilst in these pleasing paths I stray, Night, has resign'd her rule to rising day, 140 �Behind those Eastern hills, the sun appears, And the gay Horizon, about him chears. Our joyfull flocks, the chearfull morning view, And from their fleeces, shake the orient dew. No more, Menalcus, we, no more, must sing, But now our sheep to the fresh pastures bring. �Menalc : �Oh! happy shepheard, favour'd with that sight, That can when but repeated, thus delight. �Not flow'ry Garlands, in the pride of May, Nor rural presents, can thy meritts pay. 150 �Not our first Lambs, or choices[t] fruits that grow, Enough, alas! our gratitude can show! There shall a Bowl, of antique date, be thine, And Joseph's 'twas, by which he did devine; Upon the sides, is carv'd in works of gold The mystick sense, of what thou doest unfold, Clusters of grapes, about itts borders twine, That seem when fill'd, to have produc'd the wine. To me, by long inheritance, itt came, Now thy reward, and witnesse to thy fame. 160 �When night returns, repeat again this song, The Season sha'nt be cold, nor shall itt then, be long. �ON EASTER DAY �Hark ! sure I hear Vrania play, �I hear her tune the heavenly strings, Some wondrous tidings, sure she brings, ��� �