Agriculturists and others have been concerned lately over the sudden fluctuation of prices in many staple commodities, while droughts, floods and weather conditions generally have brought to partial failure efforts to restrict and govern artificially the growth and distribution of earth's products.
The winds that blow about the world (Said Old George Jones) See here all hope to ruin hurled, See there triumphant flags unfurled, Over chance-favored zones. And no man's wisdom, no man's might Foresees, much les controls Some little breeze born of the night That brings perchance a sudden blight Or balm for tortured souls. But growin' things and sowin' things And watchin' of 'em grow Not hastenin' things or slowin' things Nor seekin' to be knowin' things That men may never know. 'Tis so the kind earth pays a man 'Tis so content is made. Not work, but worry slays a man; I take what tricks Fate plays a man An' sticks to Adam's trade. The fears that creep about the earth -- Vague fears and short-lived joys -- What in reckonin' are they worth? Too quickly swayed by grief or mirth We live like foolish boys. Year in, year out, earth mothers us And offers livelihood, This year ill fortune bothers us Next year her bounty smothers us: The sum of all is good. 'Tis futile man proposes things; But Nature goes her ways And God alone disposes things, And Time alone discloses things That rule our future says. Earth yields me her fertility And till she takes my bones, I'll nought of man's futility. For peace bides in humility (Said Old George Jones).
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