An arrangement does pretend in this youth,
Under this array of tricks there is truth.
May we join the hands and feet with kisses
And leave our surrender to what dismisses.
I gather the fodder for the plants and animals
Together with the morning and angels.
I love these creatures of the farm,
As much as geese and my arm.
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