vos, o clarissima mundi lumina, labentem caelo quae ducitis annum; Liber et alma Ceres, vestro si munere tellus Chaoniam pingui glandem mutavit arista, poculaque inventis Acheloia miscuit uvis; et vos, agrestum praesentia numina, Fauni (ferte simul Faunique pedem Dryadesque puellae!): munera vestra cano.
O most radiant lights of the firmament, that guide through heaven the gliding year, O Liber and bounteous Ceres, if by your grace Earth changed Chaonias acorn for the rich corn ear, and blended draughts of Achelous with the new-found grapes, and you Fauns, the rustics ever present gods (come trip it, Fauns, and Dryad maids withal!), tis of your bounties I sing.
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