Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 502
The breeze is cool and the cloud is dim, The moon looks over the forests rim, And down by the willows where lilies are The river has mated every star. The sun-browned laborer takes his rest, But night is vigor and toil is best. Spin, spin, and loose not hold, For my pearls are changing to grains of… … The breeze is chill and the cloud is gray,The swift sun flies from the laggard day,And frosty and silent lies the land.The distaff falls from my shaking hand,My threads are tangled, my task is done,But the rich reward of my toil is won;Though I am withered and old and bent,My wealth for a hungry…
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