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[3]To his border's guardian Power When he spreads the vernal feast. Then bleeds the kid, in lucky hour, From the hungry wolf releas'd[4]; Then round the primal lamb's sweet flesh is seen The crisp salubrious herbage of the green; And, from loaded boughs descending, Unctuous olives richly blending;-- These form the dainties of his festal day, When every heart expands, and every face is gay.