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| NOW hands to seedsheet, boys! | |
| We step and we cast; old Time s on wing, | |
| And would ye partake of Harvests joys, | |
| The corn must be sown in Spring. | |
| Fall gently and still, good corn, | 5 |
| Lie warm in thy earthy bed; | |
| And stand so yellow some morn, | |
| For beast and man must be fed. | |
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| Old Earth is a pleasure to see | |
| In sunshiny cloak of red and green; | 10 |
| The furrow lies fresh; this Year will be | |
| As Years that are past have been. | |
| Fall gently and still, good corn, | |
| Lie warm in thy earthy bed; | |
| And stand so yellow some morn, | 15 |
| For beast and man must be fed. | |
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| Old Mother, receive this corn, | |
| The son of Six Thousand golden sires: | |
| All these on thy kindly breast were born; | |
| One more thy poor child requires. | 20 |
| Fall gently and still, good corn, | |
| Lie warm in thy earthy bed; | |
| And stand so yellow some morn, | |
| For beast and man must be fed. | |
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| Now steady and sure again, | 25 |
| And measure of stroke and step we keep; | |
| Thus up and thus down we cast our grain: | |
| Sow well, and you gladly reap. | |
| Fall gently and still, good corn, | |
| Lie warm in thy earthy bed; | 30 |
| And stand so yellow some morn, | |
| For beast and man must be fed. | |
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