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Toil on, fishermen! / Pan sits on the cliff, / Smiles and watches the fare, / Wreaths him with flowers there, / Bites at a lettuce leaf, / Binds him a poppy sheaf, / Drinks from a painted jug, / Watching the full nets tug; / Toil on, fishermen!
Work on, harvesters! / Demeter rests on the hill, / Near to the threshing-floor; / Near to the cottage door, / Girds her with fruited vines, / Blows foam from the wines, / Drinks from a golden bowl, / While corn-filled wagons roll; / Work on, harvesters!
Rest well, goat-herds! / Hermes cares for the sheep, / Flashes across the sun, / Burnishes helmet wings, / The wreathed caduceus brings, / To swift talaria-flight, / Through the sheep-scattered night; / Rest well, goat-herds!