The grain
to bow its
heads to
meet the
blast. I
see in
your
art，Shen
Nung， The
message of
ages， And
ages of
sweet
thinking.
I see your
blessings
conceived，
Increased，
and
multiplied.
I feel the
countless
hours of
thought
you have
given To
make
somethingSo
grand and
glorious
for the
world. You
did not
sleep，You
did not
rest， You
did not
tire， You
did not
stop，
Until all
thisWas
ready to
be placed
upon the
head of
man For
his
everlasting
blessing.
