Poem by Thomas Heywood

Praise of Ceres

WITH fair Ceres, Queen of Grain,
 The reaped fields we roam, roam, roam:
Each country peasant, nymph, and swain,
 Sing their harvest home, home, home;
Whilst the Queen of Plenty hallows
Growing fields as well as fallows.

Echo, double all our lays,
 Make the champions sound, sound, sound
To the Queen of Harvest praise,
 That sows and reaps our ground, ground, ground.
Ceres, Queen of Plenty, hallows
Growing fields as well as fallows.

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