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To each his part; age claims th’ entrusted care
To rear the palace, and the dome repair;
The young, returning home at dead of night,
Faint, droop beneath the thyme that loads their flight.
Where’er a willow waves, or arbute grows,
Or casia scents the gale, or crocus glows,
Or hyacinth unfolds its purple hue,
Flow’r, shrub, and grove, for them their sweets renew.
Alike they labor, and alike repose;