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On pious deeds a blessing is bestowed.
Lo! when the grateful goddess left the place
A new-called herb earth's teeming bosom showed—
Great chief of all the vegetable race!
This, for thy origin, the Indians trace.
Sprung from such wondrous source, indeed, thou art!
For what can sooner smooth the rigid face
Or e'en than sleep more pleasant dreams impart,
Or better lift the while its burden from the heart?
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