but with thy voice art thou, thrice happy boy,ranked with thy master, second but to him.Yet will I, too, in turn, as best I may,sing thee a song, and to the stars upliftthy Daphnis—Daphnis to the stars extol,for me too Daphnis loved.MOPSUSThan such a boonwhat dearer could I deem? the boy himselfwas worthy to be sung, and many a timehath Stimichon to me your singing praised.MENALCAS“In dazzling sheen with unaccustomed eyesdaphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,and sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,and Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;nor wolf with treacherous wile assails the flock,nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.The unshorn mountains to the stars up-tossvoices of gladness; ay, the very rocks,the very thickets, shout and sing, ‘A god,