Now glows the Ethiop maiden's sire;Now Procyon rages all ablaze;The Lion maddens in his ire,As suns bring back the sultry days:The shepherd with his weary sheepSeeks out the streamlet and the trees,Silvanus' lair: the still banks sleepUntroubled by the wandering breeze.You ponder on imperial schemes,And o'er the city's danger brood:Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.The issue of the time to beHeaven wisely hides in blackest night,And laughs, should man's anxietyTransgress the bounds of man's short sight.