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chapter-004		chapter-004			.txt	text/plain	5839	478	93	Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now But let clear springs and moss-green pools be near, Lead forth the young swarms, and, escaped their comb, And let green cassias and far-scented thymes, Work out new wax or clinging honey mould. When heaven brings round the season, thou shalt strain When showers hang like to fall, nor, east winds nigh, Their liberal lives: so deep their love of flowers, Pure draughts of ether; for God permeates allEarth, and wide ocean, and the vault of heavenFrom whom flocks, herds, men, beasts of every kind, Till, like a shower that pours from summer-clouds, "Mother, Cyrene, mother, who hast thy home O! wherefore didst thou bid me hope for heaven? Even Aristaeus, thy heart's fondest care, Clear water for his hands the sisters bring, Nor light the debt thou payest; 'tis Orpheus' self, Wrought on thy bees, alas! Thee, Tityrus, 'neath the spreading beech tree's shade.	./cache/chapter-004.txt	./txt/chapter-004.txt