Men of reason have always found,
That all good things come from the soil, from simple ground.
And from thence plants grow by sweat and toil,
The hallowed fruits spring up from well tilled soil,
Oft planting helped by unknown hand,
That made the plough to till the land.
And so shall Sion faithful yield, her thousand sacred sweets,
Should men not reason, know it now,
They shall walk alone, shall starve, in corpse filled streets.