HARVEST HOUR

There is no fearTo fall in mist and showerFrom the storm center of a world's demesne.There is no doubtPromiscuously to towerOver the waiting fields of golden grain.Leave now the sickleIn the angels' keeping.Wisdom is wise.In wisdom they will reap,Garner the grain,And burn the false believingWhile we with harvest songOur vigil keep.

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