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IN THE GREAT JUNE HEAT
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God send sweet airs to those who dig
The ground, this warm June day!
Their straining sinews serve his law,
While here for them I pray.
This haughty personage whose thoughts
Aspire to God on high,
Has in the lowly fields its root,
And lives by husbandry.
The ground, this warm June day!
Their straining sinews serve his law,
While here for them I pray.
This haughty personage whose thoughts
Aspire to God on high,
Has in the lowly fields its root,
And lives by husbandry.
Man doth not live by bread alone;
Sure husbandmen may know
The height of human destiny,
The depth of human woe.
The hind hath need of nurture good,
Of dignity and power,
Of lessons that his tasks reveal,
The harvest and the flower.
Sure husbandmen may know
The height of human destiny,
The depth of human woe.
The hind hath need of nurture good,
Of dignity and power,
Of lessons that his tasks reveal,
The harvest and the flower.
Dear Mother Earth, whose alchemy
Turns Death to Life again,
And from his whispered secrets brings
Spring's beautiful refrain,
Reflect for them God's providence,
And while they serve our need,
May Faith's unmoneyed recompense
Their spirit hunger feed!
Turns Death to Life again,
And from his whispered secrets brings
Spring's beautiful refrain,
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And while they serve our need,
May Faith's unmoneyed recompense
Their spirit hunger feed!
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