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After many a dusty mile,
Wanderer, linger here awhile;
Stretch your limbs in this long grass;
Through these pines wind shall pass
That shall cool you with its wing.
Grasshoppers shall shout and sing,
while the shepherd on the hill,
Near a fountain warbling still,
Modulates, when noon is mute,
Summer songs along his flute,
Underneath a spreading tree,
None so easylimbed as he,
Sheltered from the dogstar's heat.
Rest; and then on freshened feet,
You shall pass the forest through.
It is Pan that counsels you.
