Man, to buy back his bond
is given two rich fields to plow,
Fertilize and sow
With the tools of his mind
And never-endingly water
With his tears
Before the least rose appears
Or the earliest ear;
One field is Eros, the other Art-
Sheds full of grain he need accrue
Flowers of differing scent and hue,
So the Magistrate may take his part
On that dread day, in that high court
As from the gallery
Angels nod approvingly
At what his labor wrought.
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