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116 The plants refresh'd, new leaves appear, The thickening clusters load the year; The season swiftly purple grew, The grapes hung dangling deep with blue.

A vineyard ripe, a day serene Now calls them all to work again. The Fauns through every furrow shoot To load their flaskets with the fruit; And now the vintage early trod, The wines invite the jovial god.

Strow the roses, raise the song, See the master comes along; Lusty Revel join'd with Laughter, Whim and Frolic follow after: The Fauns aside the vats remain, To show the work, and reap the gain. All around, and all around, They sit to riot on the ground; A vessel stands amidst the ring, And here they laugh, and there they sing; Or rise a jolly jolly band, And dance about it hand in hand; Dance about, and shout amain, Then sit to laugh and sing again. Thus they drink, and thus they play The sun and all their wits away.

But, as an ancient author sung,