Royal Emerson notes a peculiarity of
the state of all the lulling Flatland labors.
The rustic farmers of young and old affairs,
who refuse to abandon their belief in the land,
hold true to the Chanters, to Sergio's valiant
cry at the final stand betwixt the plains and hills.
Simple hands who know no other means
to treating their hunger and need for material
things which seek to lessen their mortal burden;
they, and the Farmlanders too, know only dirt.
And while their religion has stood the test
of toiling obscurity, doubt and persecution,
they sing the old songs while busy at harvest
and hope to hear the divine Two join in chorus.