Lo! ye children of men and the Mother, Ye Brothers of Seed, Elder, younger, Behold the _seed plants of all seeds_! The grass-seeds ye planted, in secret, Were seen of the stars and the regions, Are shown in the forms of these tassels! The plumes that ye planted beside them Were felt in the far away spaces, Are shown in the forms of their leaf-blades! But the seed that ye see growing from them, Is the gift of my seven bright maidens, The stars of the house of my children! Look well, that ye cherish their persons, Nor change ye the gift of their being,-- As fertile of flesh for all men To the bearing of children for men,-- Lest ye lose them, to seek them in vain! Be ye brothers ye people, and people; Be ye happy ye Priests of the Corn! Lo! the seed of all seed-plants is born! As the people eagerly looked, the mists of the morning were seen to be clearing away, and gone within them, even as his voice, was Paíyatuma! "Thanks this day," together said the fathers and their people, as they looked upon the plants before them, then at the stranger people. "Verily, ye are our elder brothers, and as children and sisters, yea as our very mothers, will we cherish thy maidens and the substance of their flesh!" "Yea," replied these other Seed people, "eating thereof, ye shall become in very truth our younger brothers! For even as the father hath said, these be the product of our hands joined with thine in labor, and of our hearts joined with thine in sacred thought." Then the ancient of the People of Dew stood in place of Paíyatuma, and spake: