10. [VIRGIL. GEORGICS, II. 58.]
The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade Stays for our sons, while we--the planters--fade. From Man in Glory: translated from Anselm (1652).
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10. [VIRGIL. GEORGICS, II. 58.]
The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade Stays for our sons, while we--the planters--fade. From Man in Glory: translated from Anselm (1652).