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SOIL-SONG by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: I GIVE WHAT NE'ER WAS MINE
Last Line: AND THUS THE WORLD RECLOTHE.
Subject(s): SOIL;
I give what ne'er was mine --
To every seed the power
Of stem and leaf and flower,
Of fruit or fragrance fine;

And take what others loathe --
Of death the foulest forms,
Wherewith to feed my worms,
And thus the world reclothe.



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