“ ’Tis to a god that this repose I owe,

For him I worship, as a god below.

Oft on his altar shall my firstlings bleed,

See, by his bounty here with rustic reed

I play the airs I love the livelong day,

The while my oxen round about me stray.”

“ ’Tis to a god that this repose I owe, For him I worship, as a god below. Oft on his altar shall my firstlings bleed, See, by his bounty here with rustic reed I play the airs I love the livelong day, The while my oxen round about me stray.”