Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING, by APOLLONIDES
First Line: I am old euphron, with no broad array
Last Line: And take the first-fruits of my ampler store.

IAM old Euphron, with no broad array
Of arable, nor vineyards rich in wine;
My ploughshare scrapes a bit of shallow clay,
The juices of a grape or two are mine:
Mite can but yield its mite. God, give me more,
And take the first-fruits of my ampler store.