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 Oh, poles of birth and death! Controlling Powers
 * Of human toil and need!

On this fair earth all men are surely sowers,
 * Surely all life is seed!

All life is seed, dropped in Time's yawning furrow,
 * Which with slow sprout and shoot,

In the revolving world's unfathomed morrow,
 * Will blossom and bear fruit.