Hold out to you, and thus their gratitude express.
“Take, then, the Crown. Both heaven and earth proclaim it yours,
The Sower’s crown, the Reaper’s crown, that glows with light,
That glows with light and love, and one that aye endures.
The Evening Star, that hangs upon the fringe of night
And, like a lamp, the weary wanderer allures
And tells him of his home afar, is not more bright.
“Look round you, then, crowned as you are, and upward, too:
Here shine the golden sheaves; there gleam the jasper walls;
Around you gather here the noble, good and true,