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168 Then, at the last, produce in open Air Both Flocks; and send 'em to their Summer fare. Before the Sun, while Hesperus appears; First let 'em sip from Herbs the pearly tears Of Morning Dews: And after break their Fast On Green-sword Ground; (a cool and grateful taste:) But when the day's fourth hour has drawn the Dews, And the Sun's sultry heat their thirst renews; When creaking Grashoppers on Shrubs complain, Then lead 'em to their wat'ring Troughs again, In Summer's heat, some bending Valley find, Clos'd from the Sun, but open to the Wind: Or seek some ancient Oak, whose Arms extend In ample breadth, thy Cattle to defend: Or solitary Grove, or gloomy Glade: To shield 'em with its venerable Shade. Once more to wat'ring lead; and feed again When the low Sun is sinking to the Main. When rising Cynthia sheds her silver Dews; And the cool Evening-breeze the Meads renews: When Linnets fill the Woods with tuneful sound, And hollow shoars the Halcions Voice rebound. Why shou'd my Muse enlarge on Lybian Swains; Their scatter'd Cottages, and ample Plains? Where oft the Flocks, without a Leader stray; Or through continu'd Desarts take their way; And, feeding, add the length of Night to Day.