O,
O the the child the seed the grain
Of corn!
O the acorns on the hill
O for each separate end is born
O in seasons fits and stills
O each must in strength arise to
Work with mighty will
O from the hearth child’s flee
O by that almighty hand
O austerly led, so one by the
sea
O to go forth, and to thy lands
O ought of all man, s sons escapes
From that command
O from that each obays
O the unseen mighty rod
O so till thy almighty ways
O blindfolded thy have
Trod
O nor knew there task at
All,
But where the tools of god.
