No more shall thunder and the lightning's bane
Darken and terrify the populous lea —
The afternoon comes buoyant from the sea,
Like a fresh dawn across an upland plain.
The shadows sweep the purple hills again;
At mountain distance rides the rainbow free;
There is a whisper as of days to be,
And earth's new odor rises after rain
In golden steam. —


O husbandmen, go forth!
Primeval, wise, shag-browed and large of hand,
You workers still beneath the law of old! —
The utmost cities of the South and North
Await their health of you; and all the land
Against late years for you puts by its gold.