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V.Fling wide the grain for those who throwThe clanking shuttle to and fro,In the long row of humming rooms, And into ponderous masses windThe web that, from a thousand looms, Comes forth to clothe mankind.Strew, with free sweep, the grain for them, By whom the busy thread,Along the garment's even hem And winding seam is led;A pallid sisterhood, that keep The lonely lamp alight,In strife with weariness and sleep, Beyond the middle night.Large part be theirs in what the yearShall ripen for the reaper here.VI.Still, strew, with joyous hand, the wheatOn the soft mould beneath our feet,
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