Your double garments guarding you from cold:
“Since, that no evil blight fall on your race,
He gave in Noe’s ark your sires a place.
“And unto him deep gratitude ye owe
For this pure air whence life itself doth flow.
“And then ye sow not, neither do ye reap,
Yet God for you doth plenteous harvest keep;
“The streams He gives you, and the limpid spring
Where ye may drink of waters freshening;
“He gives the hills and valleys for your rest,