First offer Incense, then thy field and meads Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads. The spangling Dew dreg'd o're the grasse shall be Turn'd all to Mell, and Manna there for thee. Butter of Amber, Cream, and Wine, and Oile Shall run, as rivers, all throughout thy soyl. Wod'st thou to sincere-silver turn thy mold? Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |