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Hail! hail! thou beloved divinity! thy return overwhelms us with joy.  When far from thee, my ardent wish to see my fields again made me pine with regret. From thee came all blessings. Oh! much desired Peace!  thou art the sole support of those who spend their lives tilling the earth. Under thy rule we had a thousand delicious enjoyments at our beck;  thou wert the husbandman's wheaten cake and his safeguard. So that our vineyards, our young fig-tree woods  and all our plantations hail thee with delight and smile at thy coming.