the very vineyards, cried aloud for you.TITYRUSWhat could I do? how else from bonds be freed,or otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid?There, Meliboeus, I saw that youth to whomyearly for twice six days my altars smoke.There instant answer gave he to my suit,“Feed, as before, your kine, boys, rear your bulls.”MELIBOEUSSo in old age, you happy man, your fieldswill still be yours, and ample for your need!Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures allbe choked with rushy mire, your ewes with youngby no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurtthrough taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streamsand hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade!Here, as of old, your neighbour's bordering hedge,that feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,while the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rockuplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse