to murmur name upon name

[fledgist]

too many seeds are here for us to plant
the labourer must get the meed of hire
we observe the true creation all aslant

there's much to do that i will surely grant
the signals run urgently along the wire
too many seeds are here for us to plant

we'll imitate the locust not the ant
that's all our service will of us require
we observe the true creation all aslant

with ease the watching eye we will enchant
the watcher wakes all sunken in the mire
too many seeds are here for us to plant

against all changes vainly shall we rant
the medicines tomorrow shall expire
we observe the true creation all aslant

against the power that comes we cannot chant
what we have got will not be raised much higher
too many seeds are here for us to plant
we observe the true creation all aslant