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hX hEV. dVHNAG4ALtHU. Earth, of Man the beanteous Mother, Feeds him still with corn and wine; He who best would aid brother, Shares with him these gifts divine. Many power within her bosom . NoIselesa, hidden, works beneath; Hence are seed, and leaf, and blossom, Golden ear and clustered wreath. These to swell with strength and beauty, Is the royal task Of Man; Mans king, his threne is duty,

 Since his work on earth began. Bud and harvest, bloom and vintage. Those, like man, are fruits of earth; Stamped in clay, c heavenly mintage, All from dust receive their birth Barn and mill. and wine yat's treasures, Earthly goods for earthly lives. These are Natures ancient pleasures, Which her child fiom her derives. What the dream but vain rebelling. If from earth we sought to rise Tis our stored and ample dwelling,

 sl'is from 1t we see the skies. Wind and frost, and hour and season, Land and water, sun and shade. Work with these, as bids thy reason, For they work thy toil to aid. S6w thy seed and reap in gladness;

 Man himself is all seed; Hope and hardship, joy and sadness, Slow the plant to rpeness lead.