IX. OUTSIDE AND IN. 169 



Thy cloud-borne waters inly sinking, 

 Fair spring sproutes forth, blest with thy blessing ; 

 The fertile year is with thy bounty crouned, 

 And where thou go'st, thy goings fat the ground. 



Plenty bedews the desert places, 



A hedge of mirth the hills encloseth. 



The fields with flockes have hid their faces, 



A robe of corn the valleys clotheth. 

 Deserts and hills and fields and valleys all, 

 Ee ; oice, shout, sing, and on thy name do call.'' 



