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SUN AND DAUGHTER
“What's in front of me to-day
Is the browning of your hay,
Daugther leagues and leagues away.
Not a single wisp of cloud
Can at present be allowed.
Smile, and make your Father proud,”
Said the Sun.
Is the browning of your hay,
Daugther leagues and leagues away.
Not a single wisp of cloud
Can at present be allowed.
Smile, and make your Father proud,”
Said the Sun.
“When I use my summer heat
For the browning of your wheat,
Daughter troublesome but sweet,
Dress in meadow-green, and dare,
Laughing merrily, to wear
All the freckles I can spare,”
Said the Sun.
For the browning of your wheat,
Daughter troublesome but sweet,
Dress in meadow-green, and dare,
Laughing merrily, to wear
All the freckles I can spare,”
Said the Sun.
“Later, when your work is slack,
Nod a welcome to the stack,
Drop the fork, unbend the back.
But my duty is to go
Through the spinneys, there to throw
Fire on crab and nut and sloe,”
Said the Sun.
Nod a welcome to the stack,
Drop the fork, unbend the back.
But my duty is to go
Through the spinneys, there to throw
Fire on crab and nut and sloe,”
Said the Sun.
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“What remains for me when cramp
Frets the farmer, cold and damp,
Digging near the turnip-camp,
Is to shake a golden fist
Angrily at Frost and Mist
Till your mouth again is kissed,”
Said the Sun.
Frets the farmer, cold and damp,
Digging near the turnip-camp,
Is to shake a golden fist
Angrily at Frost and Mist
Till your mouth again is kissed,”
Said the Sun.
“But the Crocus may be sure
I shall help him to endure,
Energetic, brave, and pure;
And the Snowdrop shall not fail,
Though the bullets of the hail
Whiz around her in the gale,”
Said the Sun.
I shall help him to endure,
Energetic, brave, and pure;
And the Snowdrop shall not fail,
Though the bullets of the hail
Whiz around her in the gale,”
Said the Sun.
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