Upon the well-selected seeds,

With mental soil he blends.

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If field be rich and mellow

And no good seed be sown,

With tangled mass of vileness

It will be overgrown,

And shield the deadly serpent,

The basilisk of sin,

That far exhales its pois'nous breath,

Then crawls its den within.

No atoms of pollution

In matter e'er was known,

So vile or so destructive

As soul by sin o'erthrown.

The vilest spot upon the earth,

Through sunshine, air, and rain,

May be transformed in ev'ry part

And purified again.

The fields where chaos reigned supreme

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