spes magis arridet: certe ne fraga rubosque colligerem viridique famem solarer hibisco, tu facis et tua nos alit indulgentia farre; tu nostras miseratus opes docilemque iuventam hiberna prohibes ieiunia solvere fago.
Hope wears a more radiant smile; in sooth, it is your doing that I no more gather strawberries and brambles, or assuage hunger with green mallow. Your kindness feeds us with grain. You, in pity for our means and quick-taught youth, stop us from dispelling hunger-pangs with beechnuts in winter.
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