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TITYRUS.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O Meliboeus, a god for us this leisure created,

For he will be unto me a god forever; his altar

Oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds.

He, my heifers to wander at large, and myself, as thou seest,

On my rustic reed to play what I will, hath permitted.