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Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
ANNO ÆTATIS XIX.
At a Vacation Exercise in the College, part Latin, part English.
HAIL, native language, that by sinews weak,
That now I use thee in my latter task:
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee, I know my tongue but little grace can do thee: Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first, Believe me, I have thither pack'd the worst: And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintiest dishes shall be served up last,
pray thee then deny me not thy aid,
For this same small neglect that I have made: