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CORN ........ Riches.
Cupid, in a pet one day,Pouting with a dainty rage,
Flung his downy darts away,
Angry at our hardened age.
Tears were in his azure eyes;—
“Once,” he cried, “my aim was true;
Once the simple, gay, and wise
Felt my power where'er I flew!
Hearts of stone! no shaft divine,
Slings henceforth my weapon be!
Give me, wealth, thy ingots fine,—
These ensure my victory!”
F. S. O.
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