hinc placidus nobis per tempora vertitur annus; hinc et colla iugo didicit submittere taurus et lenta excelsos vitis conscendere ramos, tondeturque seges maturos annua partus, et ferro tellus, pontus confinditur aere, quin etiam structis exsurgunt oppida muris.
Hence comes it that our year turns kindly through its seasons; hence that the bull has learned to bow his neck to the yoke and the limber vine to climb the lofty bough, and year by year the cornfield yields its ripe fruit to its shearer, and iron cleaves the earth and bronze the sea; yea, and towns rise high with their pile of walls.
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