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ODE XXI. TO APOLLO AND DIANA.
He exhorts the damsels and boys to sing their praises.
Ye lads, the smooth-fac'd Phœbus praise;
And lov'd so much by heav'ns high king,
Latona likewise grace the lays.
Praise her that loves the streams and groves,
Such as cold Algidus o'ershade,
Or in black Erymanthus roves,
Or Cragus ever-verdant glade.
Ye vying youths of Tempe tell,
And Delos, Phœbus native place;
Him, whom the bow becomes so well,
And lyre of true Mercurial grace.
He, if he tearful war inflicts,
Or wretched famine, as you pray,
Against the Persians and the Picts
From Cæsar shall the plague convey.
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