Star that bringest home the bee,
And sett’st the weary laborer free!
If any star shed peace, ’t is thou,
  That send’st it from above,
Appearing when heaven’s breath and brow
  Are sweet as hers we love.

Come to the luxuriant skies,
Whilst the landscape’s odors rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,
  And songs...