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To The Husbandman

SMOOTHLY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd;

Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones at the last.
Joyously plough'd and sow'd! Here food all living is budding,

E'en from the side of the tomb Hope will not vanish away.

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  • Scott Atha
    January 11, 2007
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    Remembering

    Diamonds are forever. Here a diamond grows.