Where agriculture hides his buried seed 

 Waiting the harvest hope, while patient wrought 

 An equal number of that race who share 

 The labor of the steed, without his praise. 

 —Three thousand camels, with their arching necks, 

 Ships of the desert, knelt to do his will, 

 And bear his surplus wealth to distant climes, 

 While more than twice three thousand snowy sheep 

 Whitened the hills. Troops of retainers fed 

 These flocks and herds, and their subsistence drew 

 From the same lord,—so that this man of Uz 

 Greater than all the magnates of the east, 

 Dwelt in old time before us. 

 True he gave, 

 And faithfully, the hireling his reward, 

 Counting such justice 'mid the happier forms 

 Of Charity, which with a liberal hand 

 He to the sad and suffering poor dispensed. 

 Eyes was he to the blind, and to the lame 

 Feet, while the stranger and the traveller found 

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