human
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold; Once more, with harvest-song and shout Is Nature's bloodless triumph told.
gpt
We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on; We murmur, but the corn-ears fill; We choose the shadow, but the sun That casts it shines behind us still.
human
O favors every year made new! O gifts with rain and sunshine sent! The bounty overruns our due, The fulness shames our discontent.
gpt
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