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II.
RUTH.
(FOR A PICTURE.)
Oh, beautiful to-day she stands,
That Gleaner of far days of old,
In Oriental harvest-lands,
Framed in the harvest gold!
The Evening folds her tenderly
In holy calms of breathless air,
And only pensive-throated birds
Seem chanting to her there!
That Gleaner of far days of old,
In Oriental harvest-lands,
Framed in the harvest gold!
The Evening folds her tenderly
In holy calms of breathless air,
And only pensive-throated birds
Seem chanting to her there!
The twilight thick with banded sheaves,
(Half hidden amid its dusky glow,)
With tremulous hush of darkling leaves,—
How solitary! Lo!
She breathes for ever! They are gone—
The Reapers—their last harvest o'er,
While in the field of Memory stands
The Gleaner evermore!
(Half hidden amid its dusky glow,)
With tremulous hush of darkling leaves,—
How solitary! Lo!
She breathes for ever! They are gone—
The Reapers—their last harvest o'er,
While in the field of Memory stands
The Gleaner evermore!
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