First offer incense; then, thy field and meads <br />Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads. <br />The spangling dew dredged o'er the grass shall be <br />Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee. <br />Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil, <br />Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil. <br />Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould? <br />--Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pray-and-prosper/
