Show or SONG OF OF T THE SOIL SOI THE MARSEILLAISE OF THE FIELDS But for fop My Food and R Raiment Would Ye Build Your Towers Strong Your You Your Seas Were Deserts Your Cities a Dreamers Dreamer's I Song What of the Night O O Watchman are are shadows fast in flight 7 And the watchman cries O dreamer the broad hills blaze with light The valley its voIce oice has lifted the color takes the clod And Anti the harvest song rings clear and and- strong r where here the tle great at fields field S smile Il to God Light all all' the loved land b blesses esses Autumn a garland weaves t And with with her her glimmering l g tresses tresses the the- the reapers bind the sheaves The grainy fields glitter a-glitter as if where line life-line runs God scattered the gold of the stars sears there and the he silver o of the suns 0 o fields where the skies rain manna where the fervid summers summers' shed Burn beauty beauty- in the blooms and change the wind waved blades to bread bread bread- You are reading now the story tory of Toll Toil In the lavish land And the seed that dream d of the hal har harvest vest low In Its cell of sand Ye knew the travail of ot hea the heaven ven the storm with Its thunder train Of clouds oer o'er the red stars driven Ye have thirsted for the rain When the seven-fold seven furnace-fires furnace of the Sun came bright blinding And the rose was a flame and the lily Illy only ashes of ot lIght Ye heard In the i stillness the the murmur murmur- of ot hill hili and glen The world-winds world wafted to you the voice of the dreams of ot men Ye heard the the steps of the Morning- Morning echoes of sweet prayers said In the holiest hush of heaven heaven Give us ws our daily dally bread I And ye answered In the harvest harvest in in the breath of at all your blooms blooms- In a a voice of low sweet music music music-In in the waving f of t bright plumes As ye ye received from heaven so did ye yo ever give t Your raiment to the needy your needy your needy your life lite that a world might live But lo 10 your our golden guerdon guerdon It It bl blossoms in dreams ms In the whirr whirr whirr-of of the w wheels wheels heels freight fleece ed In ed-In in the deep burdened barque-burdened streams In lit flame-lit cots and cabins where joy in the lights light's And Arid the lambs of the fold are sheltered from the from the dread wolves of the world y Your i fame J tar waters v tb flown far oer o'er the waters at to tb the fettered and the free tree free In the shouting of the captains captains In in the deep song of the sea A song the winds sea-winds echo from far Atlantic Atlantic At At- lantic strands As the brave barques cleave the billows with joy for the waiting lands Sing me no song of battles battles of of t guns and glittering shields Sing me the soils soil's song Foot the Poet the Marseillaise Marseillaise Marseillaise Mar Mar- of ot the Fields There wave wave- your Freedom banners there Freedom there stand the bright brigades brigade Life Lite In their glittering columns Liberty columns Liberty In their blades Hear what the S Soil Il sings to you borne ou borne on the Inland gales Ye bind the high heavens heaven's blessings as asye asye asye ye bind my sheaves and bal bales s I 1 answered the toil toll of the human wh where re the plowshare clave slave the sod And the labor of ot mute millions the millions the dumb brutes serving God Godl Oer the naked world the splendor of my raiment I have thrown I T The e City's firm foundations n s are strong g AtY In my my Y strength n alone oe Fo For me ascend to heaven the Temples Temple's thunder strains I The litany of ot my lilies the paean of ot of- of my plains My s sons ns Ui they y bear me witness from ample east to west They stand In n th the courts of Kingdoms who knew my mother-breast mother But nut for tor my food tood and raiment would ye build your towers strong Your seas were deserts your cities a u- u dreamers dreamer's song songS Thanks for tor the Soils Soil's brave lesson Where e the humblest daisies nod Each breath is praise praise all all perfect perfect each bloom Is a Thought of Godl God And the world shall wear a garland o 01 the Harvests Harvest's gold and white Till toll toil Is done and the reapers shall Lifes Life's last sing Good last Frank L Santon In Atlanta tion |