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XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot

ON the bleakness of my lot
        Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
        Yielded grape and maize.

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
        Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
        Fructified in sand.

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