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 40 Groups of wild olives interspers'd make known

The spot, and fields with sylvan berries strown.

But where the ground a sweet'ning moisture cheers,

And the fair plain in verdant pomp appears,

(Such as low valleys spread before the sight,

When rivers, melting from the rocky height,

Feed them with ooze;) and, to the south-wind bare,

Breeds ferns, detested by the crooked share:

Here to your warmest wish in pride shall grow

Vines, whose swoll'n clusters in full streams shall flow;

Here the juice mellows, that in hallow'd hour,

When the puft Tuscan's pipe has ceas'd, we pour

From golden goblets, as in chargers bent

The reeking loads we to the Gods present.

But should the care of herds, or calves more please,

Or lambs, or kids tormenting tender trees,

Seek lawns afar on rich Tarentum's coast,

Fields, such as hapless Mantua once could boast,

Feeding in mossy streams where swans are found:

Here herb for cattle, here clear springs abound;

And what in one long day the grazing train

Crop, a short night's cool dew restores again.

A black glebe, fat beneath the prest plough-share,

Of texture, such as we by art prepare, Is