  We plough the field, And harrow the clod, And hurl the seed. Trust for trust: The germ yields, The wheat brairds, We gather the sheaf, Deed for deed: The stubble moulds, The chaff is cast, The man is worn, His days are bound, But his labor returns, The child learns Round for round: The god is astir, Firm and free, Weaving his plan, Swelling the tree, Bracing the man: All is for good, Sweet or acerb, Laughter or pain, Freedom or curb: Follow your bent, Cry life is joy, Cry life is woe, The god is content, Impartial in power, Tranquil—and lo! Like the kernels in quern, Each in turn, Comes to his hour, Nor fast nor slow: It is well: even so.
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