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"unseen Hands"
That work tirelessly
Day and night
Tiding on green lands
Hand that stretches
Without conditions
To reach out to every point
Providing and supplying
As the need arises
Of wail and vain pity
Bringing back fallen souls
Whose faith were like skunky cinnamon
Binding earth and life as one
Bringing and yielding in season, bountifully
Riches being achieved
Productivity the joy of the latter
