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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The indian corn planter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He needs must leave the trapping and the chase, <br> For mating game his arrows ne'er despoil, <br>And from the hunter's heaven turn his face, <br> To wring some promise from the dormant soil. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He needs must leave the lodge that wintered him, <br> The enervating fires, the blanket bed-- <br>The women's dulcet voices, for the grim <br> Realities of labouring for bread. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So goes he forth beneath the planter's moon <br> With sack of seed that pledges large increase, <br>His simple pagan faith knows night and noon, <br> Heat, cold, seedtime and harvest shall not cease. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And yielding to his needs, this honest sod, <br> Brown as the hand that tills it, moist with rain, <br>Teeming with ripe fulfilment, true as God, <br> With fostering richness, mothers every grain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a></strong></div>

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