BLESSING to the seed I scatter, Where it falls upon the meadow, By the grace of Ukko mighty, Through the open finger spaces Of the hand that all things fashioned. Queen of meadow-land and pasture! Bid the earth unlock her treasures. Bid the soil the young seed nourish, Never shall their teeming forces Never shall their strength prolific Fail to nourish and sustain us If the Daughters of Creation, They, the free and bounteous givers Still extend their, gracious favor Offer still their strong protection. Rise, O Earth! from out thy slumbers Bid the soil unlock her treasures!
