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The sun is sinking on the sacred lands / Wherein the grain ungarnered beckoning stands.
Who loses never finds, nor can, nor may, / The common, human glory of the day.
Close, let us enter, tear-blind as we must; / Reapers, not gleaners of a solemn trust.