Harvest
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Harvest
Work, for the night is coming,
Uder the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is darkening,
When men's work is o'er.
Anna Coghill
Uder the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is darkening,
When men's work is o'er.
Anna Coghill
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Re: Harvest
Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision...
Pray that there might be harvesters sent out. Lovely
poem! Blessings.
Pray that there might be harvesters sent out. Lovely
poem! Blessings.
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