Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labor, when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
--Alexander Pope
They shall be radiant over the goodness of the Lord, over the grain, the new wine, and the oil, and over the young of the flock and the herd;
their life shall be like a watered garden, and they shall languish no more.
I will turn their mourning into joy, I will comfort them, and give them gladness for sorrow.
(Jeremiah 31:12-13)
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