Summer rains that copious fell on my sleeping lawn,
have beckoned sprouts of green and caused the grass to spawn;
so, with vengeance that by beaded sweat does justice bring,
and with rotary scythe that fells the verdure in a furious swing,
down I put the rebel turf and shatter every peasant blade,
till all within my meadowed realm are subdued and prostrate laid.
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