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From the cool and dark-lipped furrow breathes a dim delight / Through the woodland's purple plumage to the diamond night.
Aureoles of joy encircle every blade of grass / Where the dew-fed creatures silent and enraptured pass.
And the restless ploughman pauses, turns, and wondering, / Deep beneath his rustic habit finds himself a king; / For a fiery moment looking with the eyes of God / Over fields a slave at morning bowed him to the sod.
Blind and dense with revelation every moment flies.
And unto the mighty mother, gay, eternal, rise / All the hopes we hold, the gladness, dreams of things to be.
One of all thy generations, mother, hails to thee.
Hail, and hail, and hail for ever, though I turn again / From thy joy unto the human vestiture of pain.
I, thy child who went forth radiant in the golden prime, / Find thee still the mother-hearted through my night in time: / Find in thee the old enchantment there behind the veil / Where the gods, my brothers, linger. Hail, for ever hail!