Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 547
us would try to be like this little boy and notseek to destroy or kill, what a happy world this would be! THE HARVEST. BY WILLIAM R. BENET (AGE 15). (Silver Badge.) Yon lie the fields all golden with grain, (Oh, come, ye Harvesters, reap!)The dead leaves are falling with autumns brown stain. (Oh,… … Swift sweep the scythes oer the mellowing ears,(Reap on, ye Harvesters, reap!) And soft falls the grain like a fond mothers tears.(Reap on, ye Harvesters, reap!) The sun sinketh down, and the days work is done, And slow go the harvesters home one by one. Night now is at hand, but the harvest s…
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