That crop rewards the farmer's labor most455
Which in the young and tender sprouting-time
Runs riot in the fields. With lofty top
That tree will overspread the neighboring grove,
Which no begrudging hand cuts back or prunes.
So do our inborn powers a richer fruit
Of praise and glory bear, if liberty,
Unchecked and boundless, feed the noble soul.460
Thou, harsh, uncouth, and ignorant of life,
Dost spend thy youth to joy and love unknown.