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Show THE HARVESTERS (Fraice, 1914) Look! .the harvest stands unreaped L In the silent golden fold! Where is he who should bo there, Wont the slcklo keen to wield? Look! the vineyard clusters darken, Who Is there to store Its ylold Yester eve, at angolus Ah, how many with us kneeled! Hush! tho reaper he Is reaped, He is brother to tho cloJT; Not like sheaves can ho bo raised. And the vintager ray God I Is become the vintage heaped, Only waiting to be trod, When the rich wine of his life Shall be drunken by the sod! Woman, you your land must serve. Dreast the silent golden, corn; Do not stay for words or tears Till tho teeming field be shorn, Till the clusters dark with wine To tho presses shall be borne. Him, the valiant, whom you loved, Proudly shall our cross adorn. Hush! tho reaper ho lB reaped! On tho breast that breathes no more What avails your honor cross? What avails tho harvest store, When tho land is stripped of men? Hearts shall thirst and hunger sore. Aye, no blood ot grapes shall hearten When tho wine of Hfo yo pour! Women, now tho corn Is ground And the wine is in tho envc, Sow tho fields and prune the vines; When next summer's harvests wave Praise be yours, and yours alone, For the bounty that ye gave. Go, bo mothers to the soil That Is orphaned of the brave. Hub1i tho reaper ho is reaped! Ask that wo the oll preparo And the red wlno seal away I Grief all fields for us shall bear, Grief the cup that wo must drink. And tho children, of our care Shnll bo starved for father love- Aye, tho years of fnmlno fare! |