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[416] What matter if the gains are small
     That life's essential wants supply?
Your homestead's title gives you all
     That idle wealth can buy.

All that the many-dollared crave,
     The brick-walled slaves of 'Change and mart,
Lawns, trees, fresh air, and flowers, you have,
     More dear for lack of art.

Your own sole masters, freedom-willed,
     With none to bid you go or stay,
Till the old fields your fathers tilled,
     As manly men as they!

With skill that spares your toiling hands,
     And chemic aid that science brings,
Reclaim the waste and outworn lands,
     And reign thereon as kings!


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