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First Line: Now the fourth harvest has gilded the hair of ceres
Last Line: (as before) be greater than every barrier.
Subject(s): Tournay, John


Now the fourth harvest has gilded the hair of Ceres,
Bacchus has a fourth garland from his vine,
since our Muse touched with the white of the first frost
on her plumage dared make her nest in your bosom.
Here the grove, here the suns, here the sky more gentle for her:
here [the home] which gave its shadow and sweet breath to the Muses.
There she sat free from caring why the wicked south wind raged
whose heavy wing troubled the wintry [sky of] Jove.
Somehow meanwhile she was well known to you by her whisper:
and, indeed, you could love even this whisper.
At last behold (alas giving birth from a similar stock)
she has become at last a tender mother of a tender child.
And now I ask what other embrace should hold this child of mine?
Who obviously had such warm feelings for me?
But too that naughty thing herself
(as soon as she could talk) said (of you) He will be my
very own tutor.
I do not think these ignoble traits are known to my legal child,
not born under an unlucky star;
of course she knew to go to the arms of her father,
always so wide open, always so easy.
Therefore take your child to yourself: let her go under your wings:
receive this from us to protect also.
So may Suada who has made for herself a fountain in your mouth
pass forever in holy and carefree honey.
So may a Siren to whom your court gave approval
and its garland flatter no ears so. So, I pray,
may your Tagus either flow with no barrier or
(as before) be greater than every barrier.






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