GLEANING

When Ruth went gleaning in her kinsman's fieldThe reapers let the ears of barley fallThrough Boaz' generosity, and sheBent down, and gleaned them all.

So, if I seem to have no field today,All is not lost, for all men are my kin.I will be glad my brother's field is full—And he will let me in.

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