 | Songs of Love and Empire |  |
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TO HUBERT BLAND
To you the harvest of my toil has come,Because of all that lies its sheaves between;
You taught me first what Love and Empire mean,
And to your hands I bring my harvest home.
| Songs of Love and Empire | |
Because of all that lies its sheaves between;
You taught me first what Love and Empire mean,
And to your hands I bring my harvest home.