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20.
Man's thoughts and loves and hates!
Earth is my vineyard, these grew there:
From grape of the ground, I made or marred
My vintage; easy the task or hard,
Who set it—his praise be my reward!
Earth's yield! Who yearn for the Dark Blue Sea's
Let them "lay, pray, bray"—the addle-pates
Mine be Man's thoughts, loves, hates!
Man's thoughts and loves and hates!
Earth is my vineyard, these grew there:
From grape of the ground, I made or marred
My vintage; easy the task or hard,
Who set it—his praise be my reward!
Earth's yield! Who yearn for the Dark Blue Sea's
Let them "lay, pray, bray"—the addle-pates
Mine be Man's thoughts, loves, hates!
21.
But some one says, "Good Sir!"
('Tis a worthy versed in what concerns
The making such labour turn out well)
"You don't suppose that the nosegay-smell
But some one says, "Good Sir!"
('Tis a worthy versed in what concerns
The making such labour turn out well)
"You don't suppose that the nosegay-smell
