Classic Poem

Make room for my rich waters' fall,
And bless my flood;
Nilus comes flowing, to you all
Increase and good.
Now the plants and flowers shall spring,
And the merry ploughman sing:
In my hidden waves I bring
Bread, and wine, and every thing.
Let the damsels sing me in,
Sing aloud that I may rise:
Your holy feasts and hours begin,
And each hand bring a sacrifice.
Now my wanton pearls I show,
That to ladies' fair necks grow;
Now my gold,
And treasures that can ne'er be told,
Shall bless this land, by my rich flow;
And after this, to crown your eyes,
My hidden holy head[s] arise.