Enough of drought has parched the year, and scared
The land with dread of famine. Autumn, yet,
Shall make men glad with unexpected fruits.
The Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus.
Far back in the ages,
The plow with wreaths was crowned;
The hands of kings and sages
Entwined the chaplet round.
Ode for an Agricultural Celebration.
Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,