Rewards the ploughman's painful toil;
Scant harvests there are rising.
While o'er Messenia's beauteous land
Wide-watering streams their arms expand,
Of nature's gifts profuse;
Bright plenty crowns her smiling plain;
The fruitful tree, the full-ear'd grain,
Their richest stores produce.
Large herds her spacious valleys fill,
On many a soft-descending hill