THE LANDLORD OF THE FIELDS 



"Thou dost drink and dance and sing, 

 Happier than the happiest king! 

 All the fields which thou dost see, 

 All the plants belong to thee; 

 All the summer hours produce, 

 Fertile made with early juice. 

 Man for thee does sow and plow, 

 Farmer he, and landlord thou!" 

 Anacrecn. 



