Barns and garners never empty;
Vines with clustering bunches growing;
Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
[Spring] come to you at the farthest
115 In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres’ blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
[Harmonious charmingly]. May I be bold
To think these spirits?