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120 For thee large Bunches load the bending Vine, And the last Blessings of the Year are thine. To thee his Joys the jolly Autumn owes, When the fermenting Juice the Vat o'erflows. Come strip with me, my God, come drench all o'er Thy Limbs in Must of Wine, and drink at ev'ry Pore. Some Trees their birth to bounteous Nature owe: For some without the pains of Planting grow. With Osiers thus the Banks of Brooks abound, Sprung from the watry Genius of the Ground: From the same Principles grey Willows come; Herculean Poplar, and the tender Broom. But some from Seeds inclos'd in Earth arise: For thus the mastful Chesnut mates the Skies. Hence rise the branching Beech and vocal Oke, Where Jove of old Oraculously spoke. Some from the Root a rising Wood disclose; Thus Elms, and thus the salvage Cherry grows. Thus the green Bays, that binds the Poet's Brows, Shoots and is shelter'd by the Mother's Boughs. These ways of Planting, Nature did ordain, For Trees and Shrubs, and all the Sylvan Reign. Others there are, by late Experience found: Some cut the Shoots, and plant in furrow'd ground: Some cover rooted Stalks in deeper Mold: Some cloven Stakes, and (wond'rous to behold,) Their sharpen'd ends in Earth their footing place, And the dry Poles produce a living Race.