Garden of Sacred Idylls

Does the stock of Jesse lie, so that no offspring remains.
A shoot, behold! fresh, rises from the dry trunk,
It rises, and lifts its broad head into the open airs.
Who would believe such things to happen without the Divine Jupiter a classical epithet used here for the Divine Power?
Indeed, the sacred Breath rouses the royal seed for David,
And the venerable sprout for the whole world.
You see how it unfolds the honors of the leafy garland,
How it stretches its wandering branches through both sides of the world,
A plant transferred from heaven, a plant sown by a benign star.
What was once a rod, now a huge tree overshadows
The lands, the thrice-happy Queen of sacred groves.
The Spirit of GOD himself fans the peaceful
Grove with a celestial breeze, and breathes gentle loves
Into the nations, so that he may enclose the wanderers in a common shade.
Golden peace now revives in the harmonious world,
The harsh strife now ceases, with the tumult removed.
Here the wolf lies down among the sheep, here the rabid
Tigers rejoice to play with the dogs, here under one frond
Of a safe shrub, the leopard and the kid stable.
Thus the root of Jesse, neglected for many years