Sat there aloft, conspicuous to the view!
XXVII.
The first, a youth of sweet and gentle mien,
With many a wreath and knotted garland crown’d;
Whose beauteous visage glow’d with charms serene,
And on whose shoulders purple wings were bound:
XXVIII.
These when he spreads, reviving Nature pours
Her copious treasures of immortal bloom;
Whilst through vast realms he scatters vernal stores,