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Past. V. How is my Soul with such a Promise rais'd! For both the Boy was worthy to be prais'd, And Stimichon has often made me long, To hear, like him, so soft so sweet a Song. Daphnis, the Guest of Heav'n, with wondring Eyes, Views in the Milky Way, the starry Skies: And far beneath him, from the shining Sphere, Beholds the moving Clouds, and rolling Year, For this, with chearful Cries the Woods resound; The Purple Spring arrays the various ground: The Nymphs and Shepherds dance; and Pan himself is corwn'd. The Wolf no longer prowls for nightly Spoils, Nor Birds the Sprindges fear, nor Stags the Toils: For Daphnis reigns above; and deals from thence His Mother's milder Beams, and peaceful Influence. The Mountain tops unshorn, the Rocks rejoice; The lowly Shrubs partake of Humane Voice. Assenting Nature, with a gracious nod, Proclaims him, and salutes the new-admitted God. Be still propitious, ever good to thine: Behold four hallow'd Altars we design; And two to thee, and two to Phœbus rise; On each is offer'd Annual Sacrifice.