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Blest husbandmen if they but knew their bliss	A
For whom from war remote fair minded Earth	B
Teems to light toil with ready sustenance	C
What though from splendid palace streams at dawn	D
No servile train gaping at inlaid gates	E
Corinthian bronzes garments tricked with gold	F
What though for them no snow white wool be stained	G
By Eastern dyes nor oil be smeared with nard	H
Secure tranquillity is theirs a life	I
Of rural wealth from galling failure free	J
Of ample leisure amid broad domains	K
Cool grots and shimmering pools and shady groves	L
Lowing of kine and after woodland chase	M
Delight of slumber under noonday boughs	N
Hard working hinds to homely fare inured	O
Fear of the Gods and reverence for age	P
Justice deserting Earth forsook them last	Q
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For me enamoured of the darling Muse	R
Whose badge I bear may she to me reveal	S
The secret of the stars the sun's eclipse	T
Moon's endless labour earthquake storm and calm	U
Why winter suns subside into the sea	J
So soon and summer twilights stay so long	V
But if not mine the native fire and force	W
To find my way to Nature's very heart	X
Leave me green vales and irrigating rills	W
And soothe my lack of fame with woods and streams	W
Where are the braes and burns of Thessaly	S
And Spartan maidens wantoning in the woods	W
O who will hence now wizard me away	Y
To Haemus' dewy dingles and with dense	W
Umbrageous branches curtain my retreat	Z
Thrice blest indeed is he that apprehends	W
The root and real significance of things	W
Who tramples under foot both fear and fate	A2
Nor dreads the roar of Acheron's yawning surge	B2
Nor happy less who knows the rustic gods	W
Pan old Sylvanus and the sister nymphs	W
To menace of the mob or regal frown	C2
To Dacian hosts and fratricidal strife	I
Future of Rome and perishable realms	W
Insensible alike his heart is spared	D2
Pain for the poor and envy of the rich	E2
His wealth the harvest trunk and furrow yield	F2
Nothing he recks of edicts cast in bronze	W
News of the hour or Senate's wrangling strife	I
Some scour the seas in search of war and storm	G2
The gates of Kings put cities to the sword	H2
To drain gemmed goblets snore in Tyrian sheets	W
Some gloat upon their golden hoards while some	I2
Are dazed by sounding rhetoric or befooled	H2
By cheers repeated from patrician lips	W
And plebs alike exult in brother's blood	H2
Or in sheer lust of exile quit their home	J2
To seek a roof beneath some other sky	K2
With his curved share the wise swain stirs the soil	S
Source of his constant care and sustenance	W
Of country kin sleek kine and generous steers	W
Respite is none for still the season teems	W
With fruits or lambing flocks or mellow sheaves	W
Crest the long furrows and restock the barns	W
Then Winter comes the olives must be pressed	H2
The hogs grunt homeward gorged with mast the grove	L2
Yields arbutus the Autumn peach and pear	M2
And the grapes ripen on the warm dry soil	S
Meanwhile his children clamber to be kissed	H2
His honour lives unstained the foaming pail	S
Brims with abounding milk and on the sward	H2
Young kids do mimic battle with their horns	W
'Tis he that leads the Feast and when his folk	N2
Have lit the altar fire and wreathed the cup	O2
Thee Bacchus with libation he invokes and then	P2
Tests at the target his head shepherds' skill	S
Or bids them strip and wrestle for the prize	W
Such was the life the Sabines led of old	H2
Such Remus and his twin and thus it was	W
Etruria throve thus seven hilled Rome became	Q2
One with itself the glory of the world	H2
Such too ere yet unnatural Minos reigned	H2
And impious mortals banqueted on flesh	R2
The simple manners of the Golden Age	P

Alfred Austin

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