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GODS AND MAN 1 Today authors are like God : They breathe and a masterpiece is born, The heavy plough soars in winged flight, Toil is mere game! 2 The sun casts laurel-shade, The friendly breeze complies, Offering twenty years of fame For one happy day! 3 From Virgil's crafted lays Man's inspiration rises still... He gave twenty years of toil For one creative day! |