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There goeth, with the early light, / Across a barren plain, / One who, with face as morning bright, / Singeth, "I come again!
"And every grain I scatter free, / An hundred-fold shall yield, / Till waveth like a golden sea
This dark and barren field."
She casteth seed upon the ground
From out her pure white hand, / And little winds steal up around
To bear it through the land.
She strikes her harp, she sings her song; / She sings so loud and clear, / "Arise! arise! ye sleeping throng, / And bud and blossom here!"
When o'er the hills she passed away, / The Spring remembered her, / And came, with sun and air of May, / The barren earth to stir.
And dropping dew the spot did love, / And lingered there till noon; / And winds and rains moved on above
In softly-changing tune.
So, when the Autumn cometh round, / The golden heads bend low --
And near and nearer to the ground
Their royal beard doth flow.
The poor rejoice; in throngs they come
To reap the dropping grain; --
Their voices rise in busy hum:
"Who, who hath sowed the plain?
"And who hath wrought such bounteous cheer
Where all before was dead?"
They bless the unseen Giver dear