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These stores of gathered golden grains,
Once sombre, dull, and grey,
That rise above the spreading plains,
Now on their walls display
In colours bright, all Natureโs gifts –
Fruits of the wide-tilled earth.
These towering works the spirit lifts,
As lifted is their worth.
– D.N. OโBrien