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110 And from the middle Darkness flashing out, By fits he deals his fiery Bolts about. Earth feels the Motions of her angry God, Her Entrails tremble, and her Mountains nod; And flying Beasts in Forests seek abode: Deep horrour seizes ev'ry Humane Breast, Their Pride is humbled, and their Fear confess'd: While he from high his rowling Thunder throws, And fires the Mountains with repeated blows: The Rocks are from their old Foundations rent; The Winds redouble, and the Rains augment: The Waves on heaps are dash'd against the Shoar, And now the Woods, and now the Billows roar. In fear of this, observe the starry Signs, Where Saturn houses, and where Hermes joins. But first to Heav'n thy due Devotions pay, And Annual Gifts on Ceres Altars lay. When Winter's rage abates, when chearful Hours Awake the Spring, and Spring awakes the Flow'rs, On the green Turf thy careless Limbs display, And celebrate the mighty Mother's day. For then the Hills with pleasing Shades are crown'd, And Sleeps are sweeter on the silken Ground: With milder Beams the Sun securely shines; Fat are the Lambs, and luscious are the Wines. Let ev'ry Swain adore her Pow'r Divine, And Milk and Honey mix with sparkling Wine: