That meet thy wants, albeit the pastures all Are covered with bare stones, or marsh-grown reeds. Thy breeding ewes will eat accustom ed food Nor from a neighbour's ﬂock take any ill. O fortunate old friend Near well-known streams And hallowed fountains canst thou woo cool shade Near boundary hedge, where bees from Hybla, take Their fill of honeyed willow-blossom, thou By their sweet murmurous hum wilt oft be lulled To softest slumber l Here beneath high rocks The gatherers of leaves, with cheerful songs Fill the high winds. Meanwhile thy turtle doves And hoarse wood pigeons from the lofty elms Make endless moan. Tia/1715. And so shall never fade Ilis visage from my heart sooner than that May the wild stags be pastured on the air Or the sea waves cast fishes on the shore! Or exiled Parthians, breaking bounds, shall drink Of Arar's stream — Germans, of Tigris old.