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C J Dennis - Fruit of Earth
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The winds that blow about the world
   (Said Old George Jones)
See here all hope to ruin hurled,
See there triumphant flags unfurled,
   Over chance-favored zones.
And no man`s wisdom, no man`s might
   Foresees, much les controls
Some little breeze born of the night
That brings perchance a sudden blight
   Or balm for tortured souls.

But growin` things and sowin` things
   And watchin` of `em grow
Not hastenin` things or slowin` things
Nor seekin` to be knowin` things
   That men may never know.
`Tis so the kind earth pays a man
   `Tis so content is made.
Not work, but worry slays a man;
I take what tricks Fate plays a man
   An` sticks to Adam`s trade.

The fears that creep about the earth --
   Vague fears and short-lived joys --
What in reckonin` are they worth?
Too quickly swayed by grief or mirth
   We live like foolish boys.
Year in, year out, earth mothers us
   And offers livelihood,
This year ill fortune bothers us
Next year her bounty smothers us:
   The sum of all is good.

`Tis futile man proposes things;
   But Nature goes her ways
And God alone disposes things,
And Time alone discloses things
   That rule our future says.
Earth yields me her fertility
   And till she takes my bones,
I`ll nought of man`s futility.
For peace bides in humility
   (Said Old George Jones).
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