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Past. VI. And how in Fields the Lapwing Tereus reigns; The warbling Nightingale in Woods complains. While Progne makes on Chymney tops her moan; And hovers o'er the Palace once her own. Whatever Songs besides, the Delphian God Had taught the Laurels, and the Spartan Flood, Silenus sung: the Vales his Voice rebound; And carry to the Skies the sacred Sound. And now the setting Sun had warn'd the Swain To call his counted Cattle from the Plain: Yet still th' unweary'd Syre pursues the tuneful Strain. Till unperceiv'd the Heav'ns with Stars were hung: And sudden Night surpriz'd the yet unfinish'd Song.