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Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come; / Make poor the body, but make rich the heart: / What man that bears his sheaves, gold-nodding, home, / Will heed the paint rubbed from his groaning cart!
Nor leave behind thy fears and holy shames, / Thy sorrows on the horizon hanging low -- / Gray gathered fuel for the sunset-flames / When joyous in death's harvest-home we go.