Gather The Harvest
Gather the harvest though reaped in death, Under the pale, pale moon; For the lilies that joyed in the breath of morn Shall know not the ardor of noon: So, the souls that grow strong, in patriot love, Shall be garnered on Death's dark field, Ere the noontide rays have touched the vale And burnished with gold life's shield. Gather the harvest though reaped in death, Where the sword has struck for Right, And cleft a way for Freedom's path, Through the dark and tremulous night: For the golden grain on the altar flames And lights each pilgrim throng, As they meet in joy 'round that altar bright Where Justice shall right each wrong. For Miss Helen Merrill.
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