Ant. a. And blooming in the dew of heaven,
The lovely clustering daffodil,
Which to the mighty twain,
The goddesses, hath aye been given
With saffron's golden crownlet, still
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Springs from the grassy plain.
Nor ever shall the sleepless source
Of pure Cephisus fail its course,
Gushing with fruitful rain,
And waking day by day to birth
The seeds of our broad-breasted earth;
The Muse's troop regard its worth,
And Aphrodite, queen of mirth,
Who rides with golden rein.
Str. B.
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