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PASTORALS.
The laurel green, the smelling eglantine,
And tender branches from the mantling vine, 108
The dewy cowslip, which in meadow grows,
The fountain-violet, and the garden-rose,
Marsh-lillies sweet, and tufts of daffadil,
With what ye cull from wood, or verdant hill, 112
Whether in open sun, or shade, they blow,
More early some, and some unfolding flow,
Bring, in heap'd canisters, of every kind,
As if the summer had with spring combin'd, 116
And nature, forward to assist your care,
Did no profusion for Albino spare.
Your hamlets strew, and every publick way;
And consecrate to mirth Albino's day: 120
Myself will lavish all my little store,
And deal about the goblet flowing o'er:
Old Moulin there shall harp, young Myco sing,
And Cuddy dance the round amid the ring, 124
And Hobbinol his antick gambols play:
To thee these honours, yearly, will we pay;
Nor fail to mention thee in all our chear,
And teach our children the remembrance dear, 128
When we or shearing-feast, or harvest, keep,
To speed the plow, and bless our thriving sheep.

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