Iii

Life--that long hath born the test of More than ours could bear, and live, Springs anew, to make the best of Every chance the Gods may give,

Doum-tree stiffeneth flagging feather; Pate-leaves cease to cling together; Citrons clear their welted rind; Vines their mildewed sprays unwind.

Gourds, and melons, spread new lustre On their veiny dull shagreen; While the starred pomegranates cluster Golden balls, with pink between.