So shall the sacred gifts of earth appear,

And ripe luxuriance clothe the plenteous ear.

A boy should tread thy steps: with rake o’erlay

The buried seed, [92]and scare the birds away:

(Good is the apt œconomy of things

While evil management its mischief brings:)

Thus, if aërial Jove thy cares befriend,

And crown thy tillage with a prosperous end,

Shall the rich ear in fulness of its grain

Nod on the stalk and bend it to the plain.