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94 Then, thrice the Ravens rend the liquid Air, And croaking Notes proclaim the settled fair. Then, round their Airy Palaces they fly, To greet the Sun; and seis'd with secret Joy, When Storms are over-blown, with Food repair To their forsaken Nests, and callow Care. Not that I think their Breasts with Heav'nly Souls Inspir'd, as Man, who Destiny controls. But with the changeful Temper of the Skies, As Rams condense, and Sun-shine rarifies; So turn the Species in their alter'd Minds, Compos'd by Calms, and disoompos'd by Winds. From hence proceeds the Birds harmonious Voice: From hence the Cows exult, and frisking Lambs rejoice. Observe the daily Circle of the Sun, And the short Year of each revolving Moon: By them thou shalt foresee the following day; Nor shall a starry Night thy Hopes betray. When first the Moon appears, if then she shrouds Her silver Crescent, tip'd with sable Clouds; Conclude she bodes a Tempest on the Main, And brews for Fields impetuous Floods of Rain. Or if her Face with fiery Flushing glow, Expect the ratling Winds aloft to blow. But four Nights old, (for that's the surest Sign,) With sharpen'd Horns if glorious then she shine: Next Day, nor only that, but all the Moon, Till her revolving Race be wholly run;