To youthful spirits, and prolong'd the joy. 

 The patriarch father, with a chasten'd heart 

 Partook his children's mirth, having God's fear 

 Ever before him. Earnestly he brought 

 His offerings and his prayers for every one 

 Of that beloved group, lest in the swell 

 And surging superflux of happiness 

 They might forget the Hand from whence it came, 

 Perchance, displease the Almighty. 

 Many a care 

 Had he that wealth creates. Not such as lurks 

 In heaps metallic, which the rust corrodes, 

 But wealth that fructifies within the earth 

 Whence cometh bread, or o'er its surface roves 

 In peaceful forms of quadrupedal life 

 That thronging round the world's first father came 

 To take their names, 'mid Eden's tranquil shades, 

 Ere sin was born. 

 Obedient to the yoke, 

 Five hundred oxen turn'd the furrow'd glebe 

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