Georgic

 1    I|       Along the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,~If by your bounty
 2    I|     Olympian height~Him golden Ceres not in vain regards;~And
 3    I|     push~In times of hardship. Ceres was the first~Set mortals
 4    I|      flax in earth, and poppy, Ceres’ joy,~Aye, more than time
 5    I|     cauldron’s wave.~But ruddy Ceres in mid heat is mown, ~And
 6    I| Worship the Gods, and to great Ceres pay~Her yearly dues upon
 7    I|       Let your rustic youth~To Ceres do obeisance, one and all;~
 8    I|        it, and with shouts bid Ceres come~To be their house-mate;
 9   II|      wine,~The firmer sort for Ceres, none too loose~For thee,
10   II|    fruit,~Or young of kine, or Ceres’ wheaten sheaf,~With crops