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IV. A VOW to PRIAPUS.

Haply thro' yonder Village if thou bend
Thy Footsteps, turn thee, Goatherd, by the Grove
Of wide o'er-arching Oaks: There, freshly wrought,
A fig-tree Statue thou wilt find; tho' rough
With Bark, three-legg'd, and void of Ears, yet prompt
For Pleasure's Pranks: While, near, a hallow'd Fane
Low rises; and a sweet perennial Spring

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Flows tinkling from the living Rock, that gleams
Thro' bowering Laurel, Myrtles, and the Shrub
Of odour'd Cypress—where the clustering Vine
Diffuses many a Tendril. In these Shades
The vernal Blackbird warbles his clear Note
Yet varied; and the yellow Nightingale,
Responsive in a sweeter Murmur, trills
Her rival Minstrelsy. Amid this Scene
Repose; and to thy God Priapus pray,
That he will free my Bosom from the Power
Of cruel Daphne! So the bleeding Goat
Shall grace his Shrine! Yet haply, if I gain
The Virgin, these fair Victims will I slay—
A Goat, a spotless Heifer, and a Lamb
Fat from the Stall! Propitious may the God
Attend; and crown my Wishes, and thy Prayer!