Songs of the Soul/Part 1/The Harvest

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THE HARVEST

Drawn by joy sublimeI watch each harvest time,When the sky glows red with ripe sunbeams;Oh,ne’er before had I found Thy ploughing teams.The oriole’s painted, glowing breast is shown,Yet Thy brush, O Painter, ne’er is known.The north star timely leaps,And its nocturnal watch unfailing keeps;The sun and seasons Thy house supervise,Yet Thou, O Master, seemest not to rise!
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