Thou too, O Earth, great  said, bring forth;
And short shall be thy Pangs: She said; and high
She rear'd her Arm, and with her Scepter struck
The yawning Cliff: from it's disparted Height
Adown the Mount the gushing Torrent ran,
And chear'd the Vallies: There the Heav'nly Mother
Bath'd, mighty King, Thy tender Limbs: She wrapt them
In purple Bands: She gave the precious Pledge
To prudent , charging her to guard Thee,
Careful and secret:  of the Nymphs
That tended the great Birth, next
And , the eldest. Smiling She receiv'd Thee,
And conscious of the Grace, absolv'd her Trust:
Not unrewarded; since the River bore
The Fav'rite Virgin's Name: fair  rowls
By  ancient Walls, a fruitful Stream.
Fast by her flow'ry Bank the Sons of ,
Fav'rites of Heav'n, with happy Care protect
Their fleecy Charge; and joyous drink her Wave.