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“‘The season's goal his household knows;
and up full early rose the lord
to hire more workmen for his vines;
and to his purpose findeth some.
They enter in agreement then
for a penny a day, and forth they go;
they strain and strive and do great toil,
they prune and bind and fasten firm.
About noon the lord the market sought,
and idle men found standing there
‘Why stand ye idle?’ he said to them,
‘Or know ye for this day no goal?’
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