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I hear the sound of the reapers, / All in the golden grain, / And voices of strong young binders, / Singing a sweet refrain. / The winds are asleep on the hilltops, / And the sun smiles down in the vale, / Till the rose faints under his glances, / And her cheek grows wan and pale.
The meadows are green as the ocean; / And the winds, when they wake from rest, / Ripple and billow the grasses, / Like waves on the ocean's breast. / The vine grows over my window, / Where the humming bird comes each day, / And the robin and thrush in the willow, / Are singing their lives away.