... Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Earth proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.— They added ridge to valley, brook to pond, And sighed for all that bounded their domain, This suits me for a pasture; thats my park, We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge, And misty lowland where to go for peat. The land is well, —lies fairly to the south. Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back, To find the sitfast acres where you left them. Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds Him to his land, a lump of mould the more. Hear what the Earth says: ... -Emerson
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