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When from the Cave thou risest with the day, To beat the woods, and rouse the bounding prey; The Cave with Moss and branches I'll adorn And cheerful sit, to wait my love's return. And when thou frequent bring'st the smitten deer (For seldom, Archers say, thy arrows err) I'll fetch quick fuel from the neighbouring wood, And strike the sparkling flint, and dress the food; With anxious tenderness, and kindest haste I'll call the farthest mead for thy repast The choicest herbs I to thy board will bring And draw thy Water from the freshest spring; And when at Night with weary toil opprest, Soft Slumbers thou enjoy'st, and wholesome rest, Watchful I'll guard thee, and with midnight pray'r Weary the Gods to keep thee in their care; And joyous ask, at Morns returning ray, If thou hast health, and I may bless the day. My thoughts shall fix, my latest wish depend
