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| WHY do you hide, O dryads! when we seek | |
| Your healing hands in solace? | |
| Who shall soften like you the places rough? | |
| Who shall hasten the harvest? | |
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| Why do you fly, O dryads! when we pray | 5 |
| For laden boughs and blossom? | |
| Who shall quicken like you the sapling trees? | |
| Who shall ripen the orchards? | |
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| Bare in the wind the branches wave and break, | |
| The hazel nuts are hollow. | 10 |
| Who shall garner the wheat if you be gone? | |
| Who shall sharpen his sickle? | |
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| Wine have we spilt, O dryads! on our knees | |
| Have made you our oblation. | |
| Who shall save us from dearth if you be fled? | 15 |
| Who shall comfort and kindle? | |
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| Sadly we delve the furrows, string the vine | |
| Whose flimsy burden topples. | |
| Downward tumble the woods if you be dumb, | |
| Stript of honey and garland. | 20 |
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| Why do you hide, O dryads! when we call, | |
| With pleading hands up-lifted? | |
| Smile and bless us again that all be well; | |
| Smile again on your children. | |
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