The verse

On olden fertile soil the young shoots riseChase not the withered bloom, nor ebbing tideCome home, mend the old furrows, feed the rootTill deep, and ask not when the dawn shall come

Reading

A most auspicious slip. Chase neither the faded flower nor the tide gone out; return to your own furrows and feed the root. The labor is yours; leave the hour of dawn unasked.

The temple keeper adds

A high lot. Don't take it as a guarantee; take it as leave to walk on, easy.

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